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

than usual without Sarah’s presence, but he had

from the shelf, filled it with warm water, and

the air, he took a sip, his

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he thought, “She’s probably dealing with things on her own. She’ll be

back.*

Studio Starline, the

her desk, completely

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

a large project, one

complicated piece of work that usually took him nearly a

quiet determination, had managed to finish

to her colleague Maks, she leaned back in her chair,

her all. There was no way to know how her

file, his brow furrowing as

reached the last page, his eyes widened, his jaw

done?” he stammered, disbelief in his

any changes that need to be made?”

through the file again.

something rushed, something incomplete, perhaps

a polished, professional piece of work–better than what Drew usually turned in.

was fast, but it was

his eyebrows, looking at Sarah

it. This is great.