Sarah
Engaging in debates with Philip is so draining that I'd rather maintain silence. I have my workload to focus on, and I'm not up for conversing with him. Yet, upon entering Philip's private office, I was swept back in time. Memories of the betrayal resurfaced when he cheated on his secretary.
'Sara, you need to let go,' I reminded myself, attempting to purge those memories and the accompanying anguish. Seating myself on the couch opposite his expansive desk, I set up my laptop on the coffee table, focusing on anything but Philip's presence in the room.
After a few minutes, Philip broke the silence. "Anything you need?" he inquired.
"I need you to arrange my return to Henderson."
He brushed off my request, instead instructing his assistant, "Please fetch your Madam's favorite snac
