I let out a long, exhausted sigh. “Fine.”
An hour later, I walked onto the executive floor of Sterling Corporation. The whispers started the second the elevator doors opened.
“She’s still here? I thought she was finally gone.”
“She just won't let him go. It’s pathetic.”
“She always played favorites anyway, sleeping her way to the top.”
I ignored the venomous stares and walked straight to my desk. I spent the next few hours ruthlessly fixing the scheduling disasters and smoothing over angry clients.
Around noon, the glass doors swung open. Paula strolled into the department, carrying a tray of expensive coffees.
“Oh, Victoria!” Paula called out loudly, making sure the entire floor was watching. She walked over to my desk, a sickly sweet smile on her face. “You’re still working? Brandon is just too kind, letting his ex-wife keep a job out of pity. Just make sure you don't mess up the charity ball, okay? It's very important to us.”
She left a coffee on my desk with a condescending pat on my shoulder. The entire office snickered. I just picked up the cup and dropped it straight into the trash can.
A few days later, the tension in the company reached its peak.