Chapter 6
Two days before the wedding, Julia Dawn, one of my former interns, sent me a video.
In the video, Tanner was shouting at his human resource department staff member.
“I transferred Katherine to Westridge! How could a perfectly fine person just disappear into thin air? Are you all that useless?”
Shaking, the staff member stood there and said helplessly, “I talked to Katherine. She said she didn’t want to go to Westridge. Her employment contract was up, and she said she was
leaving.”
“She left?” Tanner sounded incredulous. His body trembled as he staggered backward, but
Willow caught him in time. “So she’s no longer with the company, and no one knows where
she went?”
Everyone stood silent, holding their breath.
In a fit of anger, Tanner threw the documents at the staff member’s head.
He demanded, “Why didn’t you tell me she was leaving?”
The staff member covered her head and glanced at Willow, pointing at her with a pitiful expression on her face.
“It was Ms. Thorne! She told me not to say anything! She said Katherine wasn’t important, and that it didn’t matter if she left. Besides… Besides, she said you were the one who didn’t want to see Katherine anymore. It worked out perfectly for you.”
Tanner whirled around and slapped Willow hard enough to send her crashing to the floor.
“It was you who meddled? Who gave you the right to make decisions?” he yelled.
Willow grabbed the hem of his pants and cried.
Tanner kicked her away with force. His action was ruthless, showing no affection
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“Katherine isn’t important, you say? You think you’re important, then? Do you have any idea how many of our major clients she handled? What do you know other than sleeping around? I’m giving you one week to go over the company’s client data. If you can’t do it, you’re fired!”
Willow stared at him in disbelief. She was rooted to the spot and even forgot to get up.
I finished watching the video and cursed Tanner from the bottom of my heart. What a prick.
After that, Julia sent me another message. “Katherine, Mr. Clarkson seems to have found out your address. He’s booked a flight to Eastford.”
I frowned. This was a stroke of bad luck.
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