11
Things didn’t unfold the way Tiffany had envisioned, yet again.
“How can you be so heartless?”
I was at a loss for words.
“What did you think I’d do? You think I’ll shed tears and then just forgive you? Keep dreaming. You’ll find all sorts of things in your dreams.”
I maintained a safe distance, mindful of the online warnings.
I wasn’t about to give her a chance to jump and then accuse me of pushing her, ensnaring me in her chaos.
Tiffany’s composure was fraying at the edges.
“How long will you keep hounding me like this?”
She stepped back, and I matched her step for step.
Then, I nodded, content with the increased distance; there was no way she could pin this on me now.
Being ignored, she fell back into her old script.
“I just wanted a decent life, but you drove me to this!”
“Did I force you to behave like a mad dog, snapping at everyone?”
“You!”
Her anger left her speechless.
From where I stood, I could see her legs shaking with fear.
I had already spent ten minutes on this charade, knowing well she wouldn’t jump.
The sun was blistering, so I slipped on my sunglasses and walked away, disregarding her desperate calls.
As long as I was devoid of guilt, no one could use morality against me.
Back at the office, Max Green, my assistant, hurriedly approached me. “Boss! Tiffany jumped!”
life.
It was somewhat surprising; I had pegged Tiffany as a coward, only capable of limiting herself to spooking folks online with her live streams. “Is she dead?”
Max shook his head, then added, “She was about to climb down, but she lost her footing, so…”
“What’s the online reaction?”
He set the laptop in front of me.
“We’re clear on this one. And the online world didn’t even try to pin it on us.”
I dismissed the incident from my mind and returned to my work.
Tiffany’s antics were now public knowledge, no need for me to dig.
That day she jumped, a safety airbag awaited below, but the dizzying height from which she fell suggested she might end up just barely clinging to
Rumors whispered she survived, but the cost was paralysis from the waist down, confining her to a wheelchair for the rest of her days.
By some twist of fate, she ended up in the same hospital as Jack, who was there due to his stroke.
This was all her doing, no longer my concern.
After finalizing a document, I slid the contract across to lan and extended my hand.
“A pleasure to collaborate with you.”
He took my hand with a firm grip.
“A pleasure indeed!
(End of Story)
WED
The End
