Gideon saw the contract’s end date and associated it with the changes in my attitude.
He couldn’t believe my care for him was only because of the contract.
“No. You don’t leave without my say–so,” he muttered, ordering his assistant to track me
down.
Far away in Eiskald, I had no clue about his situation.
At that moment, I was discussing product data with Cassian.
Out of work for so long, I struggled at first, but the discomfort was dulled by the fast pace.
Recently, we landed a skincare project. Cassian and I led the team, working late.
As we finalized the results, my phone rang.
It was a servant and one of the few who knew about my leave.
He mentioned Gideon’s recent grumpiness at home. The chef’s food didn’t suit him, and the staff trod carefully every day, afraid of his outbursts.
He had sent people to look for me. When they failed, he gave up and let Vesper move in.
I wasn’t surprised by the news at all. Gideon looked for me only because my leaving bruised his ego. After some time, it didn’t matter.
