After that torrential downpour, Harold seemed to vanish completely from my world.
No more all-night phone calls or endless text messages blowing up my phone nonstop. The familiar figure waiting downstairs in my office with a bouquet of tulips was gone for good.
The silence that settled over my life was so quiet it felt almost unnatural.
Every once in a while, I'd catch tiny snippets of news about him.
He'd left the capital, but he hadn't gone back to California. Rumor had it he'd moved to some small city down south. Nobody had a clue what he was up to down there.
The once sharp, ambitious young hotshot had streaked across Sullivan Corporation's sky like a shooting star, bright and fleeting.
Then he flickered out and vanished without fanfare, quickly erased from everyone's memory.
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