Seeing Lily stiffly walk away, the crowd that had gathered around—ears perked for drama—began to disperse, albeit reluctantly. The office finally returned to a calm state. There were still murmurs and whispers lingering in the air, but they were nothing Melisa hadn't learned to ignore.
She exhaled slowly, fingers gliding steadily across the keyboard, though her mind had already drifted elsewhere.
Jenny… with Lily?
She should've expected this. But knowing didn't make it sting any less.
Jenny knew how much trouble Lily had caused her. She had witnessed it firsthand—seen the ridicule, the sly digs, the undermining. And yet now, she chose to sit beside her? Laugh with her? Even invite her to her home?
Melisa blinked, fingers pausing mid-sentence. Jenny had never invited her to her house—not once.
There had been smiles, yes. Casual conversations. A few shared coffees. But nothing real. Nothing that hinted at trust or warmth beyond surface civility.
