He flirted with Natalie openly, undressing her with his eyes in meetings. Ignoring professional boundaries. Touching her shoulder. Guiding her by the small of her back.
Behaviors that Natalie would have fired anyone else for were suddenly natural when they came from him.
If not for Dominic, I would never have known that Natalie was capable of being gentle.
Or shy.
I couldn't watch anymore. I turned my back on the screen and walked out of the building.
I drove to the new house. *Our* new house.
Freshly renovated. I stood in the living room, remembering the day I brought Natalie here to approve the design.
"What do you think?" I had asked, eager as a puppy. "Does anything need changing? If you don't like the color, I'll have the contractors redo it immediately."
She had stayed for less than five minutes, checking her watch the entire time.
"Whatever," she had said, turning to the door. "Handle it however you want. I won't be living here anyway."
But when Dominic moved into his new penthouse, Natalie took a full day off work.
She, who loathed shopping, spent hours at the mall with him. Personally selecting his furniture. Debating curtain fabrics. Curating his space.