By lunch break, Chloe was still thinking about Damian. His words, that laugh, the way his gaze lingered just a little too long. She'd barely heard half the conversations on the design floor.
So when she spotted Bella sitting alone in the company cafeteria, staring blankly at her untouched food, Chloe didn't hesitate to walk over, her brows drawing together in a worried frown.
"Hey," Chloe said, sliding into the seat opposite her. "What's up? How did it go?"
Bella looked down, twisting her spoon between her fingers. For a moment, she didn't speak. Then, quietly she said, "I'm thinking of quitting."
Chloe blinked. "Quitting?" She leaned forward, her brows knitting together. "Bella, wait, what do you—"
"Quitting what?"
The voice came from behind them, firm and familiar.
Both women turned when they heard it, startled to hear someone else was listening to them.
