Tasha Moore saw that she truly didn't want to see her, snorted lightly with disdain, and said with elegant arrogance, "No need, I'm quite busy as well, goodbye."
Tasha Moore walked away proudly in her high heels; the sound of her heels completely faded away, and Amanda Smith sat in her chair, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
She didn't know how much time had passed when her legs, having gone numb from sitting, allowed her to slowly rise from the chair.
She looked down at her watch, it was getting late, and she needed to return to work.
But at this moment, her mind felt empty as if something had been lost the moment she agreed.
What was also lost was the love she had protected for the past fifteen years.
Leaving Priocia, leaving the Johnson family, leaving Samuel Johnson.
She had thought about it, even planned for it, but now that the time had truly come, she felt disoriented and at a loss.