Tuesday morning. I’m at my new desk. Different floor. Different department. Same company.
The reassignment is official. I report to the CMO now. Not Lucian.
It’s strange. Good strange. Professional strange.
Lena appears with coffee. “Saw Ethan’s Twitter thread last night. Holy shit.”
“I know. I didn’t expect that.”
“Public apology. Taking responsibility. Actually admitting he was wrong.” She sits. “Hell must have frozen over.”
“Or he finally hit rock bottom.” I pull up the thread. Read it again. “I don’t forgive him. Not yet. But this is, it’s something.”
“It’s growth. Or the beginning of it.” Lena checks her phone. “Also, Camille Brooks just posted something. You should see it.”
My stomach drops. “What now?”
She shows me. i********: post. Camille in a studio. Professional makeup.
