Chapter 130
Chapter 130:
It had been over a month since Ashton and I had gotten our marriage license. Just over ten more months to go until the year was up. And then we’d divorce.
The end seemed inevitable.
I closed my eyes slowly, trying to shut out the thoughts that had started to swirl.
The atmosphere at Nyx Collective had shifted.
Everyone was on edge, moving around like they had a thousand things to do.
It was all because of the new boss.
Word had spread like wildfire that he could show up at any moment for an inspection, and the last thing anyone wanted was to look unprepared.
Savannah had been hammering it into everyone’s heads—no mistakes.
The office had to be spotless. After the cleaning crew finished their rounds in the morning, we all had to go over everything again, checking every corner, hunting down every ant and its relative.
I walked into the office that morning and instantly felt something was off.
Well, more off than usual.
Everyone was scrambling to tidy their desks, but the glances they shot my way were… weird.
I caught a few people looking at me, their faces tense, like they were about to say something but were holding back.
I raised an eyebrow, confused, and made my way to my desk.
I looked over at Zara Khan, who had always been my go-to for office gossip. “Is there something on my face p>
She gave a tiny shake of her head, the kind that meant she knew something but wasn’t ready to share it.
“Then what the hell’s going on p>
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Zara glanced around, leaned in closer. “Savannah gave the spot in the design competition to Violet Lin. People think it’s a bit unfair p>
I felt my jaw tighten. “She was supposed to let us compete internally. So why the hell is Violet getting it p>
Zara’s tone was sympathetic. She looked ready to cry on my behalf. “I don’t know. Violet walked out of Savannah’s office a little while ago, glowing. She just announced the spot was hers. Everyone’s still trying to figure out how it happened p>
I looked across the room at the empty desk that should have been Violet’s. “Where is she p>
“Probably gloating to anyone else who hasn’t already heard. I know she has a friend in the office one floor down p>
Zara sighed. “Look, Mira, don’t let it get to you. There’ll be other chances p>
I thanked her and returned to my thoughts.
Other than the nonzero probability that Savannah had completely lost it, I couldn’t think of a single reason why she’d do that.