Ethan
I checked the calendar once more… Friday, Vanessa’s last day at the company. For some reason, that should have put me at ease from the start of the morning… but it didn’t. Not immediately… There was a strange unease inside me. Like a rotten root that had been buried too long and, even though it was being pulled out, still left disturbed soil.
I sighed, picked up the check on my desk, and stared at it for a few seconds before placing it back on the mahogany table. Final payment, settlement. The end.
I tapped the table gently with my fingers.
“Come in.”
My assistant came in carrying a folder.
“Mr. Blackwood, the documents for…”
“It’s good you’re here,” I interrupted calmly. “Please remind Vanessa that she needs to hand over the office equipment today and formally transfer
