When my colleagues saw this, they all said that I didn't get promoted and started to give up.

I smiled and said nothing in response to their teasing.

As I exited the building, I noticed a car parked nearby.

I ignored it and walked towards the bus stop.

Sydney rolled down the passenger window and shouted, "Winona, come here. We are waiting for you."

Upon hearing her voice, several coworkers around turned their attention towards us.

Reluctant to be seen by colleagues, I approached with a composed demeanor.

I asked, "Ms. Elliott, is there anything wrong?"

She smiled at my address and said, "We are not in the company. You can call me by my name."

Everett, seated in the driver's seat, wore a detached expression.

He didn't even glance at me, and his furrowed brows revealed a hint of impatience.

Sydney continued, "Winona, please get in the car quickly. Today is my first day at work in the company, and I want to treat you and Everett to a meal."

I replied, "No, I have no appetite."

With that, I was about to leave.

Everett said coldly, "Get in the car."

I sneered at him, ignored his words, walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.

With a new job in sight, my chosen residence needed to change.

Once inside the car, I contacted the agent to scout for houses.

I could only stay in a hotel until I find a suitable house.

After dinner, I went out for a walk and saw if there was any suitable house nearby.

But none seemed ideal.

After washing up and lying on the bed, I took out my phone and opened the Instagram.

There, I saw Sydney's recent post from ten minutes ago.

It was a photo of them dining at a restaurant.

She didn't take a picture of Everett's face directly, but his hands.

The watch on Everett's wrist looked very familiar to me.

It was the birthday gift I bought him with my first paycheck.

Though not as extravagant as his other watches, he said he liked it and wore it often.

I used to believe he really liked it.

Until last month, I accidentally learned from his assistant that he wore it to facilitate discussions on cooperation with certain special units.

Because it was inconspicuous and affordable.

My gaze shifted to her caption, "Today is my first day at work. I hope Mr. Turner can give me more guidance in the future."

Following this sentence, there was a high-profile kiss emoticon.

So romantic.

I silently liked the post, then unfriended her.