The rest of Monday was a disaster.
Not the kind of disaster with yelling or crying or thrown objects. That would have been easier. This was the quiet kind — the kind where two people share the same fifteen feet of hallway and pretend the other doesn't exist.
Emma threw herself into work. She answered emails she had been ignoring for weeks. She reorganized Chloe's filing system. She updated the transition document to 162 pages. She did everything except look at Nick's office door.
Nick stayed in his office.
The blinds were drawn. The door was closed. He didn't call for her. He didn't walk past her desk. He didn't ask for his coffee.
At 11:00 AM, Chloe brought Emma a stack of contracts to review.
"Okay," Chloe whispered, setting the papers down. "What happened? He looks like someone ca
