Jasper from Shaw Capital had appeared.
Adrian had rushed back from New York.
Everyone in the company was talking.
Some people had even started betting pools on why Adrian returned and whether Wren would still have a job by the end of the day.
The Second Investment Division had spent the entire morning feeling sick with dread.
Seeing their miserable faces, Wren laughed.
"Come on. I'm not dead yet. You all look like you're attending my funeral."
Since she had planned to leave some things behind anyway, Wren started dividing up her belongings.
Years of notes. Reference books full of annotations. Tea she never got around to drinking. Desk decorations she'd collected over the years. Anything she couldn't take, she gave away.
By the end, all she had left was a laptop bag and a small box
