The moment they noticed me, both of them fell silent, but the damage was done. I kept walking, my heels clicking against the polished floor. Eventually, I returned to my cabin.
On my desk, my resignation letter and a black velvet pouch were placed on the table. I put the pouch into my pocket, along with the letter, and made my way to Connor’s office.
When I reached outside Christopher’s cabin, I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open and startled the two of them.
Scarlett was sitting on the edge of Christopher's desk. Her doe-eyed expression turned to fear as she saw me.
“Victoria, this isn’t—” Scarlett began, her voice trembling.
“Out,” I snapped, cutting her off.
Chirsptopher’s eyes narrowed. There was a warning flashing across his face. “Victoria, watch yourself.”
Ignoring him, I reached into my pocket and tossed the black pouch onto the desk. It landed with a soft thud, spilling its contents—a pair of black stockings.
“Next time you sneak into my house,” I said coldly, “don’t leave your things behind.”
Scarlett’s face turned crimson as she picked up those stockings.“Th-thank you, Ms. Levy. I’ll be more careful.”
Before I could say anything, she ran from the cabin. Her heels clicked frantically against the floor.
The door closed behind her, leaving Christopher and me alone. The tension in the room was suffocating. He stood there silently. His towering frame cast a shadow over me.
“What are you trying to prove?” he asked, his voice dangerously quiet.
