Belinda marched out, her face flushed with anger, dragging Adelina behind her. Adelina’s eyes were red from crying. When they reached Catherine’s desk, Belinda stopped and glared, her eyes sharp and accusing.
“This is all your doing!”
Catherine felt the blame hit her like a slap. Her own face turned pale, but she kept her composure, holding out the termination contract to Belinda.
“There were some issues, but the papers are already sign—”
Before Catherine could finish, Belinda snatched the contract from her hand and tore it clean in two.
“Stop pretending. If you’re staying around Lance, you’d better learn your place.”
With that, she yanked Adelina along and stormed off. Adelina looked like a victim, but the bitterness in her gaze was impossible to miss as she shot a look at Catherine.
Catherine stared at the shredded contract, her heart sinking. What exactly had Lance said to Belinda? Whatever it was, it made Belinda grudgingly agree to let Catherine stay near Lance, even though she clearly didn’t want to.
The phone on her desk rang. Lance’s voice came through, cool and clear.
“Come in.”
Catherine hesitated for a second, then headed to his office and quietly closed the door behind her.
“Push the meeting back by half an hour.”
Lance took off his gold-rimmed glasses and set them aside. He leaned back, fingers interlaced on the edge of his desk, eyes fixed on Catherine.
“Lance,” Catherine began, standing straight in front of him. “About my resignation, maybe you should think it over. There’s no need to damage your relationship with Belinda and Adelina because of me.”
Lance’s expression was impossible to read, as if nothing had happened just minutes ago. Still, there was a subtle tension in his voice.
“So you think you can just walk out after signing your name?”

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