Silent Exit and My Better Boss
Language: en
On the night of our eighth anniversary, I made a full dinner and waited. By the time Andrew finally walked through the door, the whipped cream on the cake had already collapsed into a sad, melted puddle. His first words weren’t an apology. "Flora’s voice recorder is broken. I promised I'd fix it for her tonight, so go ahead and sleep without me." I froze. Flora was the one that got away—his college crush, the girl he’d spent years pining after before she rejected him. Last month, she was transferred back to his firm. Since then, Andrew’s world had become a series of "conveniences" for…