Chapter 80

SEBASTIAN

When Dahlia walked into my office, I knew something was wrong before she even said a word.

Her shoulders were stiff, her eyes dimmed, and her hands shook slightly as she placed an envelope on my desk. “Sir,” she began, voice barely above a whisper. “I came to submit this.”

Sir? I thought we’d passed that phase where she regarded me as her boss. Whatever happened…what made her like this…must have had to do with me.

I stared at it. The neat handwriting on the front read: Resignation Letter.

My stomach tightened. “What’s this?” I asked, though I already knew.

“I’m resigning,” she said quietly.

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms slowly. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was,” she replied. “Loren asked me to drop this before the end of the day.”

That name. That woman. Of course, it had to be her.

I clenched my jaw. “What happened?”

She hesitated. “There was an accident—a wine crate broke and spilt over the c