Julian came to see me for the second time on a snowy afternoon.
This time, he didn't just stand downstairs. He made an appointment with the company in advance.
When the front desk sent his name up to me, I was organizing my residency documents.
I agreed to see him.
In the meeting room, he placed a document in front of me.
"This is the confirmation that Vivi and I have terminated our partnership."
I flipped through it. The content was simple. It stated that going forward, there would be no further contact between them, whether professional or personal.
"Why are you showing me this?"
"I wanted you to know that I've taken care of it."
"Taking care of her doesn't mean you've taken care of us."
"I know."
He sat across from me, his fingers tracing the rim of his cup without thinking.
