3: 3

I took out my resignation letter and set it down in front of Caspar.

"This is my resignation. Mr. Rodriguez, please approve it."

Caspar frowned.

Evelyn's eyes reddened. "Lucy, you're the one who introduced me to Caspar's company in the first place. Now you want to quit—is it because you think Caspar and I have gotten too close?"

"If that's it, then I'm the one who should go."

Caspar stared at me. "Lucretia, you're the one who told me back then that Evelyn was your best friend, that I should look out for her. If you're really jealous over how I've cared for her, then you've disappointed me."

"I only looked after Evelyn out of respect for you."

Out of respect for me?

So it turned out my face carried that much weight, enough that these two could work late into the night and go home together, over and over.

And even after they got home, when there were still topics left to discuss, he'd go into Evelyn's bedroom to talk.

I'd said clearly that it bothered me.

Caspar said they were discussing work, and that was something I really couldn't argue against.

Because every time I saw them, they were genuinely discussing product upgrades.

Evelyn, as product director, always had some fresh idea, and it always happened to align with Caspar's thinking.

And I, as sales director, had no new ideas—I was just in charge of selling the product.

The things they discussed, I couldn't get a word in.

Even when I did offer my own opinion now and then, Caspar would criticize it.

He said I was shortsighted, that I only fixed on short-term profit, only cared about the short-term market.

He said Evelyn was thinking about long-term growth, that the products she designed were what would build the group's core competitiveness.

Once, when I argued with them, he even said Evelyn's position couldn't be replaced, because hers was a job that ran on brains.

My position, anyone could fill—it was just running the market.

As long as the product was good, sales would take care of themselves.

For the person no one values, even breathing is a mistake.

I couldn't be bothered to keep arguing. "Mr. Rodriguez."

I put weight into it. "I'm resigning."

"Lucy, are you really going to throw away all our years of friendship, and force me out this way?"

Evelyn looked at me. "Ever since I joined the group, I've thought of nothing but what's best for you and Caspar. I suppose I gave my heart to the wrong person. Don't go—I'm the one who should leave."

"Evelyn, you're not the one who should go." Caspar rose and wiped away her tears.

He looked at my own face, streaked with tears. "I think you really do need to take a break."

He signed the resignation quickly. "Go home and think things over."

I was no longer this group's sales director—and there was another title I no longer wanted either.

"Caspar."

"We're breaking up."

4: 4

"Lucy." Evelyn looked at me and cried harder.

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"

She kept demanding an answer. "I only wanted to help my best friend. I wanted your fiancé's company to do better. Why are you treating me like this?"

"When did you turn so unreasonable?" Caspar's face was cold. "The wedding's in three days. You bring up a breakup now — are you trying to leverage me for some kind of condition?"

"Caspar, Lucy." Evelyn wiped her tears. "Don't fight over me, you two. I'll go."

"Go where?" Caspar turned to her, his eyes softening. "Did you forget, it's your birthday today. There's the party tonight."

Then he looked at me, his tone hard. "You're coming tonight."

The truth was, I'd wanted to get married today.

I'd brought it up before. He said there was an important party today.

So it turned out to be Evelyn's birthday party.

So it turned out he'd long forgotten that today was my birthday too, which was why I wanted the wedding held today.

Evelyn had been at the company three years. He'd forgotten for three years.

I didn't want to say anything more. I turned and left.

Evelyn came after me. "Lucy, Caspar's just too much of an alpha male. Making you come to my birthday party tonight — that's him giving you a way to save face."

Before, no matter what kind of blowup we had, even if he didn't offer me a way out, I'd find one myself.

This time, even with the out laid in front of me, I didn't want it.

"Evelyn, aren't you tired?" I looked at her. "It's just the two of us. Can you stop acting?"

"I'm not fighting for him anymore. As long as you and Caspar are happy, that's fine."

"Lucy, I never fought you for anything."

Evelyn started to say more, so I just walked on ahead.

Maybe she was so deep in the role she'd started believing it herself.

She came after me again.

"But Caspar always said — a good product is the key to owning the market."

"People are the same, really. I truly don't need to fight you, because as long as I'm here, no one picks you."

"Of course, a product has no self-awareness. A person should. Don't you think?"

She dropped the pretense and looked down at me from on high.

I smiled at her. "Then I wish you both happiness."

"You're not angry?"

"When you run into garbage, you step around it. You don't argue with it or work yourself up over it."

I turned and walked off, light on my feet.

Sometimes letting go takes only a moment.

The moment just now, when Evelyn and I both said we'd leave and Caspar begged only Evelyn to stay — that was the moment I let go completely.

Downstairs, a car was waiting for me.

"All the family and friends have been told. The wedding in three days can't be canceled. Is that all right?" I asked.

He nodded. "I've been ready for you all along."

I started planning my own wedding. But on the eve of it, a call came in from an unknown number.

When I picked up, Caspar's voice came through.

"Evelyn's stomach's acting up because you made a scene and upset her. Get to the hospital right now and apologize.

"If she doesn't forgive you and stay on as your bridesmaid, the wedding car won't come for you tomorrow."

He was always like this. No matter the reason for the fight, he was always this overbearing, sure that in the end I'd cave.

But this time, I wouldn't.

Because the wedding car I'd be waiting for tomorrow wasn't the one he'd arranged.

I hung up on him, done wanting anything more to do with him.

Caspar's face turned uglier when the call cut off.

"She hung up?" Evelyn asked, tears falling again.

Caspar hurried to wipe them away.

Evelyn sobbed softly.

"I don't understand why this is happening. You're Lucy's fiancé, so I got a little closer to you. What's wrong with that?"

"What gives her the right to block me on every contact? You two get married tomorrow. I waited so long, hoping to be her bridesmaid. What gives her the right to treat me like this?"

"There are some things I didn't want to say, but now… never mind… I still won't say them."