He apologized, saying something came up. The noise on the other end of the line was overwhelming.
After a brief exchange, he hung up quickly.
At first, I didn't pay much attention.
Until a week later, a project he had originally taken over was sold off. And the new owner was none other than Killian.
I forced my way into his office despite his assistant's obstruction. His office was large, but it reeked of smoke.
"He didn't look the slightest bit surprised when he saw me. His gaze was heavy, his face dark with a brooding expression.
"
"You really came! It's so contradictory; I both want you to come and don't want you to come. Amya, what do you think this is about?"
"Because you're messed up!"
I said coldly, not holding back. Killian chuckled.
"Amya, as long as you come back, I'll let go of everything between you and Curtis!"
"So, you just want me back?"
"What else? I warned him to stay away from you, but he didn't listen, it's not my fault!"
"So, what you mean is, as long as I come back, you won't do anything to him anymore?"
Killian's expression darkened again.
"Amya, this is between you and me. There's no need to drag a third person into it!" I slowly walked closer, leaning on his desk, looking at him.
"Killian, are you out of your mind? Self-destructive for the sake of hurting me? You turned a deal that could have made money into a losing one, a billion-dollar deal, and you spent five billion instead. Are you burning money just for fun? Go ahead, burn it as you like!"
"Amya!"
I didn't look back.
He shouted, "If you dare leave through that door, I won't let him off!"
"Please, all he's lost is a money-making opportunity, I'll compensate him. But Killian, I'm really disappointed in you!"
"What about him? Because of you, he lost this opportunity…"
"I don't care!"
Curtis entered the room, looking worn out.
For the first time, he grabbed my wrist.
"Mr. Sutton, you can continue with this price war, but as for the fight between the clam and the snipe, the fisherman benefits, I won't participate. As for my losses, don't worry, I can afford to lose."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked Curtis in the car.
He pressed his lips together.
"I was afraid you'd compromise because of me and him."
"Then why didn't you just confront him directly?"
"I thought you wouldn't like it."
I let out a light laugh.
"You're pretty smart! If you had kept going head-to-head with him, I'd have lost all respect for you. And compromising… what, have you been watching too many cheesy soap operas? Relax, I'm not the type to suffer in silence."
"But Curtis, if something like this happens again, tell me right away."
"Okay!"
The meal that was delayed for a week was finally made up by Curtis.
We chatted about work arrangements, talked about funny life stories. It seemed like nothing had changed.
But only I knew that my phone, sitting quietly in my bag, though on silent, kept lighting up. It was Killian.
He had been calling me frantically.
Eventually, the calls stopped, and Ariella Neal took over.
"Got time? If not, just come by. Let's clear things up once and for all."
