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Every time this man touched me, he managed to shield my senses, like he could transport me to a world where it was just us in existence. Today was no exception. He made me forget that we were in a glass room.
Shit. A group of colleagues were passing by the room and they were watching my intimate exchange with the boss with much, much interest. This was it. It was only a matter of a few minutes till the gossip began to spread.
I steal my hand away from Sam. Not because of who could see. But because the longer I touched him, the more my skin felt like burning over his.
“Sam, everything about us is wrong. From the very first time we met at my interview, to you hiring me, to that crazy dinner, to what happened after, it’s entirely wrong. And I’m not blaming all on you.” I shrugged a little. “I kissed you first, right?”
“Lucille…”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything Sam. I’m solving one of your problems. Our fling would have ended either way. One day or another, we would have had a similar talk to this and we would have gone our separate ways. Like nothing ever happened.”
Sam scoffed. He paced away from me, back and forth. Until he stopped. His hand stamped hard on my letter on the table. “If nothing happened, thenthisisn’t necessary, right?” His hand balled up the letter in his fist with one effortless move.
His sudden raged impulse made me jolt back. Fear was suddenly instilled in me. Despite the trembling all over my whole body, I held my ground. “It’s what’s best for me.”
“No, it fucking isn’t. You could stay. Here. In this town. At this job. You could ignore me every second of the day. You could change your office to a different floor or if you prefer, I’d change mine. I could even hire a deputy CEO and you can report to him instead of me. I could make a lot of things happen here so we don’t have to cross paths. All you have to do is stay. And this?” He opened up the crumpled letter. “You don’t need this.” And then he tore the paper in half and tossed the pieces in the air. That was when Sam spotted the group of employees outside. Sam strode like a mad lion to the door, pulled it open and roared at them. “Do I pay you all to stand there and snoop on me? Get the fuck back to work.”
The poor colleagues scuttled to their desks in two seconds.
Seemed that I was capable of pushing his buttons too after all. I brought out the big bad monster.
Sam shut the door and leaned back to it. He rubbed his wrinkled face, and buried it in his hands. He took in a few loud breaths as what I believed to be his attempt to regain his self-control.
In that sudden silence, I took the opportunity to grab my phone and tapped fast at it. After I hit the final button, his phone binged.
Sam looked up at me. I was sure he heard the sound effects of my phone keyboard. Just the same as he must have heard the whooshing sound of an outgoing email. His eyes never left mine as he fished his phone out of his pant pocket in slow motion. He knew he should check the notification. He unlocked his phone and shifted his attention to open my email. Sam didn’t need to read the whole content. He had already read those same words in print. A second later, Sam was back to looking at me.
I knew his eyes were following my every move as I collected my stuff from the table and began my walk around the table. I paused to collect the two halves of my letter from the ground and crumpled them in a single ball. Didn’t need that now. Sam had that same letter in his inbox now.
Standing this close before him while hugging the laptop to my chest nervously, I could notice his face was fully etched with a mixture of anger, regret, and sadness.
“Please accept my letter.” I spoke in a low whisper.
Sam attempted a weak half-smile. “Will it make you happy, sunshine?”
“Yes.” I said in my best convincing voice.
Accepting my answer with a half nod, Sam returned his attention to his phone.
My heart began beating far too rapidly as I watched his thumbs working the small keyboard of his phone.
And then my phone binged.
A little too quickly, I opened the new email on my phone.
With deepest regret, Samuel Webb accepted my resignation letter.
One bold sentence. One boss’s reply.
“Thank you, Sam.”
For a few long seconds, Sam simply looked at me. And then he finally stepped away from the door.
To let me go.
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Chapter Seventeen
