Countdown to My Divorce

All of a sudden, Rachel didn’t know what to say to Tyler. She wasn that close to him, and couldn’t just ask him what he was busy with.

She hesitated for a moment before typing a few words.

[I have something important to discuss with you.]

After looking at the text over and over again and checking that there were no issues with it, Rachel sent it.

Yet, she didn’t hear from him afterward.

She didn’t want to ask him again. If he really was busy and she kept texting him, it would only annoy him.

After all, Tyler wasn’t a kind man.

Rachel had no choice but to leave things be and focus on shifting her belongings to her new workstation.

Samantha kept herself busy in the company the entire day, probably due to pressure from the shareholders and the fact that she had made a huge blunder.

moving and arranging her belongings when she saw Samantha rush back to her workstation, cheeks

to see

her and looked at her like she was her savior. Grabbing her hand, Samantha asked sweetly,

he didn’t

on her

“What do you

workstation? If you prefer your previous workstation, I can let you have it. I don’t like to beat around the bush and play games at work. If I’ve offended you with

kept lowering her head, looking

looked as though Rachel was bullying Samantha, abusing her

need to apologize to me. Mr. Lewis isn’t around, and you need to do your work. I only agreed to help you contact Mr. Hunt, nothing more. Also, there’s nothing between me and Mr. Hunt. We’re

eyes indifferent. She was all business–like, with nary a hint

sorry, Rachel. I’m getting too

looked unbothered by

do what I’m tasked to. I’ll let you know when I receive a reply from Mr. Hunt. Since I can’t seem to secure an appointment with him,