When we got to the company, I didn't know what I was expecting. Maybe a bunch of people waiting there for me, maybe people staring at me. But when we arrived, it was surprisingly calm.
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As we stepped out of the car and went inside, I greeted the security guard.
"Good morning," I said casually, waving at him. He gave a polite nod, almost like a bow, but I didn’t think much of it.
We passed the two secretaries at the front desk. I was used to Diane—I used to talk to her a lot when I worked here. Just because I was now Emerson’s fiancée didn’t mean I’d suddenly start ignoring her. But when I stopped to say hello, their eyes widened in surprise.
Diane and her colleague both looked startled, as though I’d done something completely unexpected.
“Hi, Diane.
