Despite what was said in the contract, Simone decided that she had given more than enough time and energy to the company. And thus, when 6 pm struck, she knocked on the door of William’s office, eyes resolute, tone firm, she told him, “I will be leaving now, Mr Stone.”
William, who was on the phone, told them briskly, “Hold that thought,” and then pressed a key on his phone, no doubt muting it, before he addressed Simone, “Can we talk, Angel?”
“What’s there to talk about?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. “Should we talk about how you played me, or how I had to find out in such a despicable way that I was in fact the other woman?”
“Let me just finish this call, and then let’s have dinner together and talk,” he let out in haste, his tone somewhat desperate — which wasn’t like him at
