A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chater 8 Benson had waited in his office all day, fully expecting Sierra to come and apologize. But as the workday neared its end, Sophie casually mentioned that Sierra had taken the company staff out for dinner.

Furious, Benson grabbed his keys and drove straight to the restaurant. By the time he arrived, he caught the tail end of Sierra's announcement-she was resigning.

A surge of inexplicable anger ignited in his chest.

Sierra turned to face him. Benson's bloodshot eyes burned with frustration, his emotions barely contained. Behind him, Sophie stood in her white gown, her delicate, practiced expression firmly in place.

"Yes, I'm resigning. I've already completed all my tasks. Tomorrow, I'll hand everything over to Mr. Gray," Sierra said coldly.

Benson gripped her wrist tightly, almost without realizing it. "Who permitted you to leave? I won't approve it!" he demanded.

His grip was firm enough to hurt, and Sierra frowned.

"Let go," she said sharply.

For a moment, Sophie couldn't hide her glee. She had been hoping Sierra would leave, waiting for this chance to have more time with Benson.

But still, she couldn't shake the suspicion that this might all be a ploy, a game Sierra was playing to get Benson's attention.

as sharp as ever. "Have you had enough of this

to Sophie before she continued, her voice like ice. "I've already

anger faltered, replaced by a flicker of satisfaction. In his mind, Sierra still

softened his tone slightly. "You've misunderstood Sophie, I only see her as a little sister. I've just been

"You're telling me she's just your sister after I saw you two kissing? Benson,

What nonsense are you

immediately changed. She stepped forward, grabbing Sierra by the arm with

I know you're mad at Mr. Gray because of me. This is all my fault. I'm willing to leave the company. Please, I'm begging you, don't break up

deliberately. Sierra winced at the sharp pain

a cry as she stumbled and fell to the

tension like a whip. "Sierra, you've

a protective arm around her shoulders. His

be mad at Sierra. I just wasn't standing steadily," Sophie interjected softly, her eyes brimming with tears, making her look as though she were enduring

shifted from Sophie's frail appearance to Sierra. His jaw tightened, and he spoke through clenched teeth. "Sierra, you're not even half as gentle

sharp enough to blur her eyes with unshed tears. Benson's words only deepened the sour ache in

just be with her. From now on, we have

she spoke. She glanced at the other colleagues seated around the