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“Back to the office?” Winston asked, pulling out.
“Yes, thank you. I have to get the stuff I left there.”
We exited the carpark and entered the stream of city-bound traffic. Troubled thoughts plagued my mind as we drove. I had lost my job. What was I going to do if I ran out of money before I could line up another one? Where would I go? How could I avoid a second visit to rock bottom?
I felt Winston side-eying me with concern.
“You did a great thing helping Christine today,” he said.
“Thanks, but it was nothing, really.”
“Nonsense. You’re a hero.”
I couldn’t help but scoff a little.
“Did you know that Mrs. Liu and Mr. Kingston have worked together for ten years?” Winston asked. “She came with him from Singapore. She brought her husband here too. Same thing happened during Mr. Kingston’s stint in Germany. She packed up her life to follow him. Those two are inseparable.”
“No. I didn’t know that.”
“They have a close relationship. More like friends than colleagues.”
I flashed back to Neil holding Christine’s hand in the back of the car, and I could believe what Winston was telling me, even though it didn’t compute with the version of Neil I knew.
“I hope Christine’s going to be okay,” I said.
“Me too. He might not have told you, but I’m sure Mr. Kingston is very grateful for what you did.”
I touched my shoulder where Neil had grabbed me. His “thank you” may have been sincere, but so were his reprimands.
“Did he tell you he fired me today?” I asked.
Winston’s mouth dropped. “No. What reason could he have to do that?”
I hesitated. “It’s a long story.”
“Hmm. I’ll have to have a word to him about it.”
I shook my head. “That’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.”
The thought of Winston learning what I had done was too much. I’d rather just leave it be.
“You know, Mr. Kingston’s not a bad guy,” Winston said. “I’ve seen his kindness.”
“Kindness? Really?”
“Yep. I was in a desperate situation when he gave me this job. It was a lifeline. I’ll be forever grateful to him.”
I wanted to ask him to tell me more, but I sensed it was a personal subject, so I left it alone. Besides, what did it matter? I was never going to see Neil again, anyway.
Chapter Eleven
James Campbell texted me—Christine’s symptoms were a false alarm. That was the last I heard from anyone at Luxmore.
Three weeks later, I sat in a restaurant booth, scrolling social media while I waited for my friends to arrive.
A photo of Brooke popped up on my feed. She beamed from beneath a wide-brimmed hat and oversized sunglasses, her little black bikini showing off her perfect figure. In the background, clear water spread out below a hill covered in whitewashed buildings with blue window frames.
“Who needs Fiji when you can have Mykonos?” the caption read.
