I sat in the conference room and finished signing the contract with the client. By the time I was done, it was already evening. The phone I'd left on silent was about to explode.
Over a hundred missed calls. Countless WeChat messages and texts—all from Naomi and Alex.
I opened Naomi's chat window. Voice messages.
"Have you lost your mind?"
"You suspect I'm having an affair with Alex?"
"Me? Into that dog Alex Mason?"
"Back then, you insisted on being with him—didn't I tell you to break up? Didn't I say not to be with that dog?"
I remembered.
When I first started dating Alex, I couldn't wait to introduce him to Naomi. I told him she was the most important person on my side, and that I wanted him to treat her as well as he treated me.
I told Naomi too—that I really, really liked Alex.
She promised to observe carefully. But the moment she saw him, she launched in.
"You like our Stella? How many apartments do you have? What kind of car do you drive? How's your income?"
I couldn't even stop her. She'd already blurted out—
"Stella's last boyfriend drove a Porsche. You can't be worse than him, right? Otherwise how's she supposed to show you off?"