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In the office suite, the smashed ornament had been cleaned up, and the top branch of the tree pointed skyward. He’d swear that Kaylee’s scent lingered in the air.
Impossible.
But he knew he wasn’t making it up.
He entered his office and saw an envelope in the middle of his desk.
Gritting his teeth, he snatched it up and read the contents.
Dear Mr. Frost:
Thank you for the opportunity to work with Christoff Investments. I’ve appreciated my time here.
This is to inform you I’ve decided to pursue other professional opportunities. Please consider this my formal resignation as of today, December 27th…
He stopped reading and immediately glanced at the bottom for her signature. It was her neat handwriting in blue ink.
Cold fury consuming him, he dropped the letter and envelope into the trash before striding to her office.
The door was closed, and he yanked on the knob without knocking. Maybe she was still here.
Her office stood empty, but here, the scent of her was even more prevalent. That was the only trace of her that remained. The space was devoid of her personal effects—no pictures, coffee cups, or silly souvenirs.
Refusing to believe what he was seeing, he strode to her desk. Clearly labeled keys to the fireproof filing cabinet and the office were on top, and she’d left a pile of papers outlining her job responsibilities along with a list of helpful tips for the person who filled her position.
She’d quit?
Left the company as well as him?
Frost shook his head, unable to comprehend that she’d walked out of his life forever.
Aviana’s warning echoed in his head. Kaylee would leave of her own volition. And she had.
Just like Greta had done.
Filled with hot anguish, he slammed his hand on the piece of paper, wadded it into a ball, and threw it at a wall. “God fucking damn it to hell!”
“You’re a difficult man to find.”
He pivoted, then blinked at his grandmother. What the hell was she doing here? “This is a bad time.”
“Is it?”
She approached, carrying two large cups of to-go coffee. “Thought you might need this. There’s a cart in the lobby, lots of pastries, and they’re not doing a lot of business.”
The act struck him; Kaylee would have done the exact same thing.
“I’ve tried to call you a couple of times, but you’ve been on Do Not Disturb. Jolly told me you were at work.”
“I’m going to reprogram her. Already reached out to Bonds.”
“Mmm.” After offering the coffee, she presented her cheek for her customary kiss.
Struggling to tame the adrenaline that thumped through him, he attempted to be civil. After all, he’d been raised that way.
Without an invitation, she took a seat, seemingly unperturbed by his agitation. “Where are all your employees?”
“Kaylee convinced me to give them the time off.” Which in retrospect was ridiculous.
