Lily's pov….
The sting of his words still burned.
“You may leave.”
So flat. So final.
I sat at my new desk, staring blankly at the computer screen, pretending to read the employee manual while my mind replayed every second of that humiliating encounter.
Andrew Sterling.
The man I’d spent the night with.
The man who made me feel things I shouldn’t have—who’d looked at me like I was something to be cared for and kept special .
And this morning?
He couldn’t even look at me twice.
He’d spoken like a stranger. No—worse. Like I was beneath him.
I rubbed my palms down my skirt, forcing my breathing to even out. This was my job now. Whatever happened between us was a mistake, a one-night slip I’d bury under professionalism and pride.
I would not cry at my desk. Not here. Not on day one
