Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 63

Arnold sat at his desk, staring at the flickering screen of his computer.

The office was quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of papers and the soft hum of air conditioning.

His fingers drummed absentmindedly on the edge of his mug as he reflected on what had happened a week ago.

Sarah had walked into his office, her face flushed with frustration.

She had been struggling with her workload, feeling overwhelmed, and Arnold, in a moment of impatience, had suggested that maybe she should just quit if she couldn’t handle the pressure.

At the time, it seemed like the right thing to say.

It was supposed to be a push, a way of motivating her.

But now, with the silence in the office, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d pushed too far.

He hadn’t heard from Sarah since then.

A week had passed, and while Arnold had assumed she would return to work by now, there had been no sign of her.

He’d almost convinced himself that it was just a temporary tantrum, a flare–up of emotions that would settle in due time.

But deep down, he wasn’t entirely sure.

The thought that she might not come back gnawed at him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to leave–it was more that he hadn’t really expected her to go.

pushing away from his desk, and stood up.

the clock–it was mid–afternoon.

usual without Sarah’s presence,

water,

he took a sip, his thoughts lingering on Sarah.

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probably dealing

back.*

Studio Starline, the atmosphere

her

think things through, and now she was back, not only ready to work but cager to prove

a large project, one that had originally been handled

was a complicated piece of work that usually took him nearly a week

managed to finish

her colleague Maks, she leaned back in her chair, her eyes closing

her all. There was no way to know how

the file, his brow furrowing as he

page, his eyes widened,

it all done?” he stammered, disbelief in

you see any changes that need to be

scrolling through the file again.

something rushed, something incomplete, perhaps a mistake

what he saw was a polished, professional piece of work–better than what

fast, but

eyebrows, looking at Sarah with renewed respect.

think you could do it. This is