(Andrew POV)
I stood in my office, Sophie’s heels still clicking in my ears. “We need to talk about us, now,” she’d demanded, barging in minutes ago. Her arms were crossed, her glare sharp.
“There’s no ‘us’ to talk about,” I snapped, turning away.
She stepped closer. “You’ve been distant, Andrew. Ignoring me. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I said, voice cold. “Work. That’s it.”
“Work?” she scoffed. “You’re always at work. I barely see you anymore.”
I grabbed my jacket, pulling it on. “Good. Then you won’t miss me.”
“Andrew!” Her tone sharpened. “I deserve more than this.”
I stopped, hand on the door. “You deserve what I give you,” I said, flat. “Right now, that’s nothing.”
She huffed, loud. “You’re unbelievable. I’m not some accessory you can toss aside.”
“Then stop acting like one
