Rain arrived at the office with a calm deanor, as if nothing had happened to her the night before. It was crucial to maintain her composure, ensuring that Paul wouldn’t suspect anything was amiss.
As soon as she entered their shared workspace, gan was at her side. "What happened? You just went missing last night?"
Rain smiled slightly, keeping her tone casual. "I wasn’t feeling well, so I left early." She then gestured for gan to follow her into her private office. Once inside, Rain closed the door, locking it behind them, and pulled gan to sit down.
"gan, I’ve decided to resign," Rain announced, her voice steady but resolute. "I’m accepting the job offer from the National Capital Region Prosecution Office. I plan to inform Director Aileen right after this."
gan’s eyes widened in shock. "What? But the pay and benefits here are way better! Plus, you’ll be swamped with work over there!"
Rain chuckled softly. "Do you really think I joined Smith Law Firm just for the perks?" she asked with a teasing pout.
gan shrugged, realization dawning on her. "Right, I forgot. You accepted the job here because of Paul."
Rain nodded, her expression turning somber. Paul had indeed been the main reason she had joined the firm. He had convinced her to stay, promising that they’d have more ti together if she did. But now, things had changed.
Taking a deep breath, Rain began to recount the events leading up to her decision. She told gan everything, leaving nothing out.
"That scumbag!" gan fud, her nostrils flaring in anger. "You need to leave this firm imdiately. It’s not safe for you here anymore!"
Rain nodded, grateful for gan’s support. "We’ll still have coffee and als together from ti to ti. The Prosecution Office is just a short walk away."
After their conversation, Rain didn’t waste any ti. She went straight to Director Aileen’s office and handed in her resignation letter, explaining her reasons for leaving.
Director Aileen sighed deeply, her expression one of understanding. "Rain, I wish you could stay, but if I were in your position, I’d make the sa decision. You’re doing what’s best for you."
She paused, then offered a reassuring smile. "I’ll take care of everything on this end, including informing HR. You can clear out your office whenever you’re ready. And rember, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call . I’ll also reach out to so friends at the Prosecution Office. They’re lucky to have you, and I’ll make sure they know it."
Rain chuckled, appreciating Director Aileen’s warmth. The Prosecution Office had a reputation for being a tough environnt, but she was actually looking forward to it. After all, she was no stranger to challenging situations.
"Thank you so much, Director Aileen. I promise I’ll bug you often. Also, I’m planning to clear out my office this morning!" she added with a playful wink.
Aileen clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "In a hurry, aren’t we?"
Rain shrugged. "I don’t have any pending cases, so a turnover won’t be needed."
It was bittersweet, but she knew it was the best decision. Paul had crossed too many lines, and she couldn’t risk staying where he could continue harassing her.
With gan’s help, Rain moved quickly, gathering her belongings. She could feel the eyes of her colleagues on her, and the low murmur of whispers filled the office. But she paid them no mind; all she wanted was to get out before crossing paths with Paul.
God knows, if she did, she might just end up beating him up so badly that the whole firm would never forget it.
Rain drove straight to her apartnt to drop off her things, still having a few hours left before her eting with her father-in-law. A smile crept onto her face as she thought of him—his warm, bubbly personality was such a contrast to the icy deanor of his son, Alexander.
"Right, my ring!" she muttered, glancing down at her ring finger. It seed like Alexander hadn’t even noticed she was wearing their wedding ring. She wondered if Mr. Rock had already given Alexander the wedding band, or if it was still sitting in so drawer. "Would he even wear it if he had it?" she mused, a mix of curiosity and doubt swirling in her mind.
Her phone rang, breaking her thoughts. Seeing the caller ID, her expression shifted to a frown. It was her father. She hesitated for a mont before deciding to answer.
"Aren’t you going to visit? Your Aunt lanie will be happy to see you. Didn’t Dina tell you that I’ve already given in and agreed to et your husband?" His voice was unusually calm and soft, which imdiately put Rain on edge. ’What is he up to now?’ she wondered. This wasn’t like him at all.
"I’ll try to visit this week, but I can’t promise I’ll bring him. He’s a busy man," she replied, her tone guarded. Despite her reservations, she couldn’t deny that she missed Aunt lanie and would love to see her again.
"Alright, but make sure he finds the ti to et your family. I can’t believe you married soone who can’t even show his face to us!" Her father’s tone shifted back to its usual sternness, his disapproval clear.
’That’s more like it,’ Rain thought, listening to his familiar scolding.
"I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything. Let see Aunt lanie alone first. Besides, I’m not confident bringing him to et you, knowing you’ll bring up the topic of divorce again," she challenged her voice steady but laced with underlying tension.
There was a terse silence on the other end before her father finally spoke. "Do as you please, Rain. But I expect you to bring him and let him formally introduce himself to your family!" he demanded, his tone brokering no argunt before abruptly ending the call.
"Family..." Rain muttered wryly, staring at her phone. The word felt heavy, almost foreign. The idea of a "family" was sothing she had always longed for.
***
"What did she say?" Dina asked her father as soon as he ended the call.
Tim’s dark expression said it all. "That bitch! Paul ntioned she brought the man to the gala last night, so why can’t she bring him here?" Dina snapped, clearly irritated.
"Tim, didn’t you see her marriage certificate? Who is she married to?" Sylvia asked, her curiosity piqued.
Tim’s face remained grim as he replied, "Alexander Lancaster."
Dina scoffed in disbelief. "What? That has to be a joke. Maybe it’s so pauper version of Alexander Lancaster, right? There’s no way it’s the sa Alexander Lancaster we’re thinking of," she mocked.
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