Chapter 2: The Envelope on the Table
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She didn't apologize.
She laughed.
A cold, sharp little laugh that made everyone on that terrace go completely still.
"Apologize?" she said, pressing her fingers to her cheek.
"To him?
Darius, do you have any idea who this man really is?"
Darius stepped closer, his voice dropping low.
"He is my boss.
That is all I need to know."
"No." She shook her head slowly, her smile returning.
"He is the man who begged me to stay.
Who cried at my feet and promised me he would change.
That man standing there in his ruined suit?
He is nothing but my past."
Marcus had not moved.
Had not spoken.
He simply looked at her with an expression no one in that crowd could quite read.
Not anger.
Not embarrassment.
Something quieter.
Something that looked almost like patience.
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Darius turned to him.
"Mr.
Reed, please.
Let me handle this."
But Marcus finally spoke, his voice calm and steady.
"It's all right, Darius." He reached into his jacket pocket and placed a small envelope on the table beside him.
"She'll understand soon enough."
Her smile faltered.
"What is that?" she asked.
Marcus said nothing.
He simply straightened his jacket and walked toward the door.
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The envelope sat on the table.
No one touched it.
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What was inside that envelope — and why did Marcus look so calm?
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