The next morning, I submitted my resignation to HR once again. I also sent the divorce agreement to Lindsay’s email.
The email remained marked as unread, while HR hesitated, typing out a message, asking me to come into the office to discuss it.
As soon as I stepped through the door, I overheard a few hushed conversations:
"I heard the president is secretly married. Who’s the guy?"
"Who else could it be? Nigel, the new guy who joined a few months ago. Didn’t you see the product launch yesterday? President Logan basically confirmed it."
"I was wondering how he got promoted so fast. He’s already above Director Duncan. Do you think Director Duncan is okay with that?"
"I saw Director Duncan taking secret photos of the president last time. He definitely has a thing for her. Too bad she’s already taken..."
I had to admit, Lindsay was good at keeping secrets.
Despite working with us for years, none of the colleagues realized that the husband they were gossiping about—President Logan’s husband—was actually me.
I walked past them, expressionless, and they immediately fell silent, too scared to continue speaking.