The editor-in-chief said that I did a good job on this project and the boss was very satisfied. Maybe I would get a promotion and a raise. Just thinking about this, I felt relieved.
Suddenly, James dropped his fork with a loud sound.
"I'm full." He said.
After saying that, he grabbed his coat and angrily stood up, and Fiona quickly followed.
When I went out, they were already gone.
So, once again, I was left on the street.
In the next few days, I never saw James again.
I knew he was angry and waiting for me to coax him.
In the past, when we were in conflict, I was always the first to compromise, and I always tried to find a way to make up with him.
At that time, James would always mock me first, and then agree to make up with me in a particularly arrogant manner.
Every time, I felt like a puppet being manipulated by him.
Thinking about it now, I felt quite ridiculous.
On Monday, my boss temporarily informed me to go on a business trip to Boston.
With me was the new leader of our company, Harrison Evans.
Harrison was the son of my boss. He used to study abroad. Although he was younger than me, he was very efficient and decisive in his work.