I never thought that Finley, a grown man, would become so obsessed with that song.
After lying in bed for three days, I suddenly received a call from the editor-in-chief.
"Elise, we have an important interview."
"You and Lila will work together. Whoever writes the more impressive interview piece gets to stay."
Without Luke's protection, Lila, like me, started going out to do interviews.
I jumped up from the bed.
"Thank you, Editor-in-Chief. I'll definitely cherish this opportunity."
This was my first time participating in a financial section interview.
Of course, I couldn't miss this chance.
And it would give me a chance to rest outside the office.
That night, I packed my bags and sent Finley a message: "I'm going on a business trip."
"Where?"
To avoid being dragged home by him, I blurted out, "D City."
After a while, I added, somewhat weakly: "Take care of yourself recently."
I could imagine him raising his eyebrow when he read the message.
Finley didn't object. He just reminded me: "Be careful."
I sighed in relief.
As soon as I stepped out, the editor-in-chief called me.
"The interview subject went to D City temporarily. I booked you a ticket, you're leaving tonight."
Time was tight, and before I could ask, I was whisked onto a plane bound for D City.
The plane landed in Sanya.
Opening the door, a wave of heat hit me.
The deputy editor led us directly to a five-star hotel in the area.
Eager to return to my room to prepare the interview outline, I was suddenly stopped.
"Elise, you're doing great, huh? After setting me up, you ran here?"
Luke blocked the entrance. "Looks like you've been living well since you got with my brother."
Remembering how furious he was last time, I slowly took a step back.
This action infuriated Luke.
He grabbed me. "Why run? You clung to me for five years, and now you're so heartless?"
As I struggled, he suddenly noticed the love bite on my neck.
His face darkened.
"Did you sleep with him?"
"What does it have to do with you? We broke up."
Luke sneered. "Isn't it because you see my brother as richer than me?"
I was annoyed too. "He's not just richer than you, he's a better person, responsible, capable. He even has more abs! Why didn't you choose him?"
Luke turned beet red. "You, you're a gold-digger!"
"You're so high and mighty, not a gold-digger. Take off your designer clothes, check out of the hotel, and sleep on the street tonight."
Luke was about to explode. "Which bastard fixed your stutter! You, you—"
"You, you—" I narrowed my eyes, imitating Luke. "Taking three minutes to say one sentence, how stupid."
After saying that, I bit his hand.
He let out a scream.
I quickly opened the door and hid inside.
That night, I stayed up late to prepare my interview questions and did thorough research.
I was so nervous that I didn't even reply to Finley's messages.
The next morning, he called.
"What are you doing?"
I held a stack of documents, feeling sleepy. "Waiting for the interview subject. Supposedly a big shot, but the deputy editor wouldn't tell me about his background. It's like opening a blind box."
"When are you coming back?"
I pretended to be regretful. "Maybe a week."
"That long?"
"Yeah, evil capitalists—"
Before I could finish, I turned a corner and found myself looking directly into Finley's eyes as he leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, talking on the phone.
The morning sunlight softened his sharp features.
I could see the teasing in his eyes.
Through the receiver, Finley's deep laughter could be heard. "So, it's still my fault?"
