The caption accompanying the photo read: [A little gift from the boss.]
The location tagged Oliver's company.
My heart sank, a heavy weight settling in my chest.
That was my bracelet.
I called Oliver, desperate for an explanation, but he rejected my call.
By eight that evening, I found myself standing outside his office building.
I made my way straight to the CEO's office, but before I could even knock, I heard Lillian's cheerful voice ringing out.
"Thank you, Mr. Pettyfer! You're so kind!" she chirped, her tone grating on my nerves.
"But didn't you say this was Scarlett's? Isn't it a bad idea for me to take her things?" she continued, feigning innocence.
Oliver's voice, calm and collected, pierced through the air.
"It's just a worthless bracelet. She won't care."
That was it. I could no longer hold back. I pushed the door open, my heart racing.
I forced myself to keep my voice steady. "Oliver, say that again?
"Why didn't you tell me you found the bracelet?"
Inside the office, Lillian was snuggled up against him, carelessly playing with the bracelet on her wrist.
When our eyes met, a smug smile danced across her face, a challenge in her gaze.