I inhale to hold my anger deeply. “She’s good for me.”
“I’m good for you,” she fires back.
“As a work colleague or employee, yes—as a mate . . . not so much.”
Her eyes fill with tears anew.
“I’m not good for you.” I shrug. “I’m so busy that I can’t be there for you either. You deserve to be doted on, but I can’t do that from New York, Claud; you know I can’t. There is no way around this situation. Our lives are traveling on different paths. Two CEOs can’t hold their careers and nurture a relationship from different sides of the world. It’s an impossible task.” I pause as I try to articulate what I’m saying. “Until I met her . . . I didn’t realize what we were both missing out on. Both me and you.”
Her eyes hold mine.
“I wish it were you telling me you’d met someone, so then I wouldn’
