POV: Dinah
After work that evening, I was the last one to finish up and head downstairs.
The moment I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Chad standing in the lobby. He was on the phone, and from his expression, he seemed impatient—his tone even more so.
“Didn’t I give you money back then? Didn’t you take it? What are you trying to say now?”
I glanced at him without slowing down for even a second and walked straight outside.
Chad stood with one hand on his hip, pacing. When he turned, he spotted me and said into the phone, “Alright, alright, that’s it. I’ve already said everything that needed to be said. Don’t call me again.”
He hung up and followed me out.
Our cars weren’t parked far apart. One after the other, we got in, then pulled out of our spaces.
Once on the road, I realized
