But according to the file, he and Eleanor had spent the entire day going at it in his office.
Now it all made sense—the flush on his neck when he came home that night, the rosy glow on Eleanor's face whenever she looked at him. The signs had been screaming at me all along.
I closed the file. Something inside me went cold and still.
The betrayal was no longer a question. It was a fact, documented and timestamped.
Which meant it was time to settle the score.
After I was discharged, I printed the divorce papers and walked straight to the president's office.
The moment I pushed open the door, I saw them.
Damian had Eleanor wrapped in his arms. Their clothes were half-undone, hands roaming over each other's bodies.
Even though my heart had already gone cold, a surge of fury still clawed its way up my chest.
I forced it back down.
They both flinched when they saw me. Damian shoved Eleanor away so fast she stumbled.
"Don't get the wrong idea. We were just discussing a client issue."
I let out a cold laugh. "Do you think I'm stupid, Damian?"
"Or just blind?"
Eleanor rushed to smooth things over, stepping forward with wide, innocent eyes.
"Hilda, please don't overthink this. We really were just talking about work. I twisted my ankle just now, and Damian said he'd learned a massage technique that could help with the pain."
As the words left her lips, a smirk flickered across the corner of her mouth.
I didn't waste a single glance on her. I walked straight to Damian and held out the printed divorce papers.
His expression darkened. Without a word, he snatched the papers and tore them to shreds.
"Don't think I can't see right through you. You're just jealous that I treat Ellie well!"
"Fine, you've got my attention now. Happy? Now get back to work before I dock next month's pay too."
I stared at the torn pieces scattered across the floor.
I said nothing.
I turned around and printed another copy.
But before I could find Damian again, Eleanor came sauntering toward me, chin lifted, triumph written across every feature.
A new badge hung from her neck.
The title printed on it read: Sales Director.
She tilted her head, lips curving. "Surprise, Hilda. Looks like I'm your boss now."
"Though this isn't quite the outcome I was hoping for. Seems like Damian still can't bring himself to divorce you." She sighed, feigning disappointment. "Guess I'll just have to turn up the heat a little."