"Ryan will survive," Sarah replied, zipping her tote bag shut. She picked up a single, crisp white envelope from the desk. "It was wonderful working with you, James. Truly."
She didn't wait for him to process the shock. She turned and walked down the main corridor, heading straight for the corner office at the end of the hall.
Through the glass wall, she could see Ryan. He was sitting behind his sprawling mahogany desk, looking at a spreadsheet on his monitor. He looked exactly the same as he had on Saturday—powerful, wealthy, completely insulated from consequence.
Sarah knocked twice on the heavy glass door and pushed it open without waiting for an invitation.
Ryan looked up, his expression immediately tightening. The smug arrogance was still there, but it was tempered by a thin layer of apprehension. He knew Julian Pierce had pulled his firm's bid. He knew his bottom line was bleeding this morning.
"Sarah," Ryan said, leaning back in his leather chair and steepling his fingers. He gestured to the chair across from him. "Close the door. Sit down. I was going to call you in later this morning. We need to clear the air about Saturday night."
"There's no need to sit, Ryan," Sarah said, remaining standing. She walked forward and placed the crisp white envelope squarely in the center of his mahogany desk. "And the air is perfectly clear."
Ryan looked down at the envelope, then back up at her. He didn't touch it. "What is this?"
"My immediate resignation," Sarah said smoothly. "Effective as of this minute. I'll be leaving my keycard with reception on the way out."
Ryan let out a harsh, incredulous laugh, dropping his hands to the desk. "You're quitting? Over a personal matter? Sarah, don't be dramatic. What happened between me and Emily has absolutely nothing to do with your career trajectory here. You are a professional. Act like one."
"This is me acting like a professional," Sarah countered, her voice dropping into a register of absolute, icy calm that she had never used with him before. "I am refusing to work for a man who lacks fundamental integrity. I am refusing to generate revenue for a firm led by a coward."
Ryan’s face flushed a deep, mottled red. He stood up, planting his hands on the desk, trying to use his height and his position to intimidate her—a tactic that had worked on her a hundred times before.
"You think you can just walk out on your contracts?" Ryan sneered, his voice rising. "You think Julian Pierce is going to save your career? Let me tell you something about men like Julian, Sarah. They don't respect charity cases. If you walk out of here with no job and no prospects, you’re nothing but a liability to him."
Sarah didn't flinch. She didn't shrink back. She met his furious gaze with a steady, unshakeable confidence that made Ryan hesitate.
"Julian Pierce has absolutely nothing to do with my career," Sarah said, her words slicing through the air with surgical precision. "My talent is my own. My portfolio is my own. And the only liability in this room, Ryan, is you."
She looked at him and saw him not as her powerful boss, but as the pathetic, deceitful man who had hidden behind his wealth to sleep with his employee’s sister.
"Emily is exactly what you deserve," Sarah added, a note of pity entering her voice. "You bought a woman who only values your bank account, and she secured a man who has no concept of loyalty. You're going to build a very miserable house together."
Ryan stood frozen, his mouth slightly open, completely stripped of his corporate armor. He had expected tears. He had expected a screaming match. He had not expected to be entirely dismantled by the quietest woman in his firm.
Sarah didn't give him a chance to recover. She turned on her heel and walked out of the office.
She didn't look back as she walked down the long corridor. She didn't stop to explain herself to the whispering colleagues who had undoubtedly noticed the confrontation. She walked to the reception desk, placed her plastic keycard on the counter with a soft click, and stepped into the elevator.
As the doors slid shut, sealing her off from the firm forever, Sarah let out a long, shuddering breath.
The descent felt like flying.
When she stepped out of the lobby and onto the bustling city sidewalk, the cold Monday morning air hit her face. The sun was breaking through the gray clouds, casting a bright, harsh light over the concrete skyline.
She was unemployed. She was divorced.
And for the first time in her entire life, Sarah Bennett was completely free.
She pulled her phone from her pocket and opened her messages. She typed a single sentence to Julian.
The foundation is cleared. Ready to rebuild.
Chapter Seven
Sarah
The satisfying pop of a champagne cork echoed through the living room.
