At work, Leo was different. Not cold, but distant. He ran ops with military precision. When he visited Emma’s floor, he never singled her out. He’d nod at her the same way he nodded at the intern. “Chen, the Q3 forecast needs to be tighter.” “Yes, sir,” she’d reply, face blank, heart racing.
He stood, walked around the desk, and for the first time in months, touched her hand at work. “Emma, if you leave because of me—”
“Because I didn’t have a solution yet.”