The editor-in-chief said that I did a good job on this project and the boss was very satisfied. Maybe I would get a promotion and a raise. Just thinking about this, I felt relieved.
Suddenly, James dropped his fork with a loud sound.
"I'm full." He said.
After saying that, he grabbed his coat and angrily stood up, and Fiona quickly followed.
When I went out, they were already gone.
So, once again, I was left on the street.
In the next few days, I never saw James again.
I knew he was angry and waiting for me to coax him.
In the past, when we were in conflict, I was always the first to compromise, and I always tried to find a way to make up with him.
At that time, James would always mock me first, and then agree to make up with me in a particularly arrogant manner.
Every time, I felt like a puppet being manipulated by him.
Thinking about it now, I felt quite ridiculous.
On Monday, my boss temporarily informed me to go on a business trip to Boston.
With me was the new leader of our company, Harrison Evans.
Harrison was the son of my boss. He used to study abroad. Although he was younger than me, he was very efficient and decisive in his work.
Coupled with his good looks, all the girls in the company wanted to catch his attention.
I never expected that the usually serious and unsmiling Mr. Evans would have a completely different side in private.
From the moment we boarded the plane, he started complaining in a low voice.
Sometimes he complained that the seat was too hard, sometimes he complained that the coffee was bad, and sometimes he complained the noise on the plane.
I closed my eyes and listened to him chattering in my ear all the way.
It was hard to make it to the hotel, so I thought I could have a good night's sleep.
I didn't expect that Harrison would start again.
Just as I finished washing up and was about to go to bed, Harrison knocked on my door.
I opened the door and saw him standing at the door with messy hair and clear eyes, holding a bottle of wine.
"I can't sleep, can you have a drink with me?"
Before I could say anything, Harrison had already walked in on his own.
We drank a lot and my consciousness gradually became blurred.
At that moment, Harrison put down his glass and stood straight in front of me.
"Chole, I have something to tell you."
I was in a daze, so I casually nodded my head.
"Go ahead."