Scarlett POV
Wednesday.
I was still at my desk, wrapping up the last of the day's work, when a coworker leaned in through the door.
"Hey Scarlett, coming down for dinner with us?"
I smiled, polite. "Can't tonight. Still buried in this."
"You cook, or you've got someone at home doing it for you?" she teased.
"Single life's rough, huh?" another one added, fake-sympathetically.
I laughed it off and let them think whatever they wanted.
Only Denise and the HR rep who'd run my second interview knew I was technically still married.
Everyone else assumed I was single, and I let that assumption do its job.
My personal life was staying exactly where it belonged — out of the building.
Once they'd gone, I finished early and headed out.
Denise had made the terms clear when she hired me: e
