My assistant sneakily handed me a cardboard box. "Stephen, take this, and use it to pack your things. Every company has its personnel changes, you know, so don't be too upset. You'll definitely find a better job."
She said it tactfully, but I got her drift. Last night's wedding was the talk of the town. "Lucas is back, and Annie no longer needs me."
I had a private office for work needs, which was also convenient for taking care of Annie.
Now that office was locked up, and passing by, I saw new office supplies being placed at the door, even a cello.
"Looks like it has a new owner."
I took the box from my assistant and crouched down to pick up the scattered papers when a brief commotion sounded behind me.
I clenched the documents with such great force that my fingertips turned white.
Annie, wearing sunglasses, was half-hugged by Lucas, surrounded by reporters who came for yesterday's wedding news.
The Crawford Group entrance was swarming with reporters, like a press conference.
From afar, I saw today's Annie.
Since losing her sight, she's been fond of white clothes, but today she wore a bright red, just like before.