“This is about the dowager, isn’t it?” Vinie suddenly asked. “You’re leaving because of her.”
I shook my head. “It’s not like that, Vinie.” I said, but he wasn’t buying it. “Don’t lie to me, Ryder. I know how that woman operates. Is she or the Hawthorne family breathing down your neck? Tell me the truth.” Vinie asked again.
He clenched his fists as if he were ready to go straight to the dowager’s house and raise hell. He was already starting to rise from his chair.
“Vinie, stop,” I said as I grabbed his arm before he could stand up. “It’s not what you think.”
He glared at me, he tight his jaw. “Then what is it? Because I know that hag has something to do with this.”
I sighed and shook my head. “Look, I’m just… bored, alright? Office work doesn’t suit me. Sitting at a desk, staring at
