Emily told herself she didn't care.
She repeated it as she walked past the glass office at exactly twelve o'clock.
She cared.
Through the open door, she saw them.
Ethan and Amanda sat across from each other, relaxed. Not intimate—but comfortable. The kind of comfort that comes from years of shared routines.
Amanda laughed softly at something he said.
Emily looked away.
At her desk, she tried to focus. Emails. Numbers. Anything but the tight feeling in her chest.
Minutes later, her phone buzzed.
Unknown Extension: Mr. Miller wants to see you. Now.
Her heart skipped.
Inside his office, Ethan stood by the window, his back to her.
"You wanted to see me?" Emily asked.
He turned slowly.
"You missed an important detail in the proposal," he said, handing her a document.
She took it. "I'll fix it."
"I know you will," he replied.
A pause.
Amanda's name hovered unspoken between them.
"Is there anything else?" Emily asked.
Ethan hesitated. Just for a second.
"No," he said quietly.
As she walked out, he watched her go—his expression unreadable.
Lunch suddenly didn't taste the same.