It was past two in the afternoon, and the little food Nicole had eaten had already digested, yet she was still there, staring blankly in a corner of the company canteen.
She didn’t know if she should go back to Alexander’s office and resume her work or wait a little longer to make sure his visitor had already left.
She had also been waiting for a call from Mary, her colleague who left earlier after their lunch break. Mary had promised to call once she saw the rude woman leave.
Nicole let out a deep sigh. Maybe I should just go home? She was getting restless from all the waiting.
You're being so stupid, Nicole, she scolded herself. Not just for waiting on her boss’s “Miss Perfect Girlfriend,” but because she’d been feeling so uneasy the whole time.
She felt like something heavy was wei
