I spun on my heel and stormed out of the conference room.
Someone called after me.
Milo chased me all the way into the hallway.
"What the hell is your problem now? The resignation process isn't finished. You can't just walk off the job whenever you feel like it."
"I'll complete my handover properly, in accordance with company policy."
"We still need you for the East Lake project."
"What about Audrey? She can handle it, right?"
Milo was barely holding his temper in check. "Meet me at our usual spot at 7 p.m. tonight. We need to talk."
That "usual spot" was a tiny diner tucked away on a back street near the university.
It was the same place he'd taken me for the first meal he'd ever bought me 6 years ago.
That night, he'd put the last piece of steak on my plate and promised we'd co
