Page 42 of Love Unspoken

"Yes."

"And me."

I frowned. "I suppose so."

"InnoWare is lucky to have you, Naya. I wish you all the best."

"Thanks, Amias, for the opportunity to work at Midas. I know you were being kind in giving me a job and I hope I didn't disappoint you." I was sincere and looked him in the eye when I spoke and didn't do my usual eyes on the floor thing. "It was a pleasure working here. Ah…I'll call Ethan tonight and let him know as well."

Amias smiled tightly. "He's going to be disappointed you're leaving. He's probably going to blame me."

"You?" My brows furrowed.

"Yeah, he told me to behave myself with you while he was away, or we'd lose you. I guess I did a shitty job of keeping you at Midas."

What did he want me to say? Not the truth, not when he looked like I'd kicked his puppy.

"I'll let him know that it has nothing to do with you. I would never speak badly about you," I promised.

He sighed. "I know, Naya. You're the loyal type, aren't you?"

Yeah, loyal like a doormat. You can keep wiping your feet on me, and I'll be there for you 24/7, 365 days a year.

"Ann mentioned you're all off to Switzerland. I hope you'll have a wonderful Christmas there."

He picked up my resignation letter and looked at it but didn't unfold it. "Would you like to join us? My parents are chartering a flight. We'll have room. The chalet is huge."

I gaped at him and then shut my mouth, so I didn't look like an idiot. "That's a kind offer. I'm spending Christmas here."

"Back to the women's shelter?" he asked, and there was some iron in his voice that I didn't like. He seemed angry, and I couldn't fathom why.

"Yes and I'll be with Darren. He spends Christmas with some of his old teammates who also don't have family nearby. We have a good time."

"Hanging out with pro ball players is probably a whole lot more fun than your brother's asshole friends."

Now, his tone was belligerent.

"Please don't put words in my mouth." I looked down now, back to the floor, feeling conscious and uncomfortable. I hated confrontations.

"Merry Christmas, Naya. Will I see you again?"

"Ah…for a week in January so I can do project handovers."

"When do you start at InnoWare?"

"Ah—"

"Can you, for the love of everything holy, look at me when you talk to me?" he yelled.

My eyes snapped up at him. There was barely controlled fury on his face. "Why are you so angry with me?" I asked.

"Because you're leaving me."

"I'm leaving Midas. Employees leave all the time."

He looked away and sighed. "I wish you all the best. Please close the door on your way out."

I was by his door when I heard him say, "I thought you'd stay. I was sure you'd stay."