“She’s an important client of our company,” she added defensively. “She’s out of town and can’t make it back right now. I’m just helping her take care of Eric — is that so wrong?”
Her voice rose, sharper now.
“You’re being petty. It’s just one bad kidney—stop acting like it’s the end of the world. The company needs us to keep it afloat. Can’t you think about something other than yourself for once?”
I looked at her and suddenly smiled.
“Alright then. Take good care of him. Wouldn’t want to offend a client,” I said quietly.
Without another glance at them, I turned and left the ward.
I remembered how, back when Eric first joined the company, Charlotte always gave him special attention; calling on him during meetings, taking him along on business trips.
I’d even convinced myself it was normal. She was the boss and he was a subordinate. It was just her being responsible.
On my way to the clinic, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Charlotte.
[Sorry, I was a bit harsh earlier. Don’t be mad.]
[Once I finish things here, I’ll come find you. The company needs us both right now. Don’t start anything unnecessary.]
I stared at the screen for a while, then set the phone down without replying.