looked down at my old, orange work uniform and couldn’t help but curse his ancestors in my mind.
Marcus, of course, had no idea that the T–shirt I was wearing underneath was a limited–edition design by world–renowned designer Krena, priced at a staggering one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
My daughter’s cartoon jacket was also a high–end luxury brand.
As for me, I had remarried four years ago and had another child. How could I ever go back to the past?
My special ringtone rang. I collected myself and answered. A gentle, deep voice came from the other end: “My dearest wife, you must be tired from your business trip. I’ve arranged the lounge for you. Take the baby in and get some good rest.”
“I really want to see you right now. I’ll come over right after my meeting this afternoon.”
My usually reserved husband was actually whining like a big kid, and my heart warmed.
After hanging up, I led my daughter to the lounge door. From inside, I heard faint, intimate sounds of heavy breathing…
3
Pushing the door open, I saw Marcus and Vanessa entangled on the sofa, in a very intimate embrace.
I quickly covered my daughter’s eyes and ears.
Marcus angrily picked up a nearby water glass and threw it at me.
“Get out! Who let you in? Is this a place for a beggar like you?!”
The glass hit my forehead, and the pain made my vision swim.
Before I could even recover,
Several project managers rushed in, politely apologizing to Marcus.
“We’re truly sorry, Mr. Sterling. We were negligent. We’ll take her out immediately.”
Furious, I shook off the person holding me and shouted, “This is *my* lounge! What right do you have to kick me out?”
9:20
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The scene fell into a sudden silence.
