cheSylvain turned silent for a moment before speaking again. “Mr. Tremont, can you please give me some time to check with Robin? I’ll give you her answers.”Mark approved his request. He preferred tackling this current knot with a more humanistic approach since the great, overarching issue had already been resolved. Next to that, this was more of a small, loose strand.Besides, judging from Arianne’s nature, she would still refuse to take any action even if Robin were the real culprit.After exiting Mark’s office, Sylvain dashed straight to the Strategy Department. There his wife was, completely engrossed in her agenda-of-the-day until he whisked her away so suddenly; she was too shocked to question him.It was only when the two of them were in an empty, remote corner of the office that Robin finally inquired, “What are you doing, Syl? Oh God, you look ghastly… Is there something wrong? I’m a bit busy right now, and I don’t want my superior to see us, ‘cause this superior is super
Mark took his seat behind the desk. “What’s the matter?”Robin promptly handed him a resignation letter. “Mr. Tremont, I know that things are looking bad for me now, which is why I… I have no problem resigning my position as long as Sylvain is safe from negative splashes. I swear, though, I’ve got nothing to do with any of this. I’m innocent! But Sylvain told me that it’s too difficult to clear my name by now, and it’s likely that the investigation has no other leads to go forward. I… I guess that means there’s no other way out, so I’ll willingly resign. I’m sorry.”Mark stared at the resignation letter in her hand and thought for a while. “Take this back. Frankly, I’ve never even considered firing you,” he replied. “I’ve talked to Arianne just now, and we both agreed to close the chapter on this case. Neither of us are interested in continuing this investigation, and no one will mention it ever again, let alone allow it to affect Sylvain negatively. Both Arianne and Sylvain are adam
That same night, Melanie invited Arianne to have dinner at the Smith Estate.She accepted the invitation and attended alone. It had been a while since the friends chatted with one another, so their ensuing conversation quickly turned into a pleasant, lively one. Revisiting the topic about the plagiarism scandal around the dining table, Arianne once again reaffirmed her disbelief that Robin was the one behind it.Melanie agreed. “I don’t think it’s her, either. I’ve talked to that girl before; I’ve got nothing other than good things to say about her. Someone must have hijacked her computer at work and used her account. Poor girl; she’s still shouldering blame that was never hers to begin with without knowing what has really happened! Good thing you’re a force of reason, Arianne. Otherwise, there really isn’t any other way but to have her kicked out, and that will definitely impact Sylvain, too.”Alejandro, who had been reticent to comment throughout the women’s exchange, suddenly sni
Before Arianne could mount a reply, Alejandro had stepped into the opening with a repartee. “And this is why no one seriously considers a woman’s opinion on things. Turning the other cheeks doesn't bring peace—instead, it only makes you seethe and suffer your indignance on your own. An eye for an eye is the real way of living! We’re all equal as humans, so why the f**k should we have to tolerate certain subsets of people, despite them being no more special than we are, huh? What’s the point of living a life of servitude and submission?”Melanie was so exasperated that she launched into a series of eyerolls. “Oh, please miss me with that high-minded bunkum. You just want to watch the world burn with a box of popcorn in hand, Nero. Sure, your conjecture sounds reasonable, but it doesn’t automatically exclude the possibility of you being dead wrong! What if you were wrong? You goading Arianne into pursuing this investigation is basically just you trying to manufacture more drama!”Aleja
Soon, someone among them finally stopped gawking and feigned care. “Aww, don’t cry a river over this now! The sooner you get used to it, the better. Gee, a while ago, you defended her to the point of getting into heated disagreements with us. Now you know, huh? Being ‘Mrs. Tremont’ for a while had really gotten into her head, I’ll give you that. B*tch always thinks she’s several levels above us. And then she got dumped hard, but she still thinks she’s ‘The Madam’ and the boss of us. Ludicrous, right? Oh, wait… We gotta watch our backs—the boss has mandated us to never talk sh*t about Arianne, so we better zip it now, I guess. Come on, Robin, don’t be too upset, ok? At least you get to keep your job in Tremont Enterprise. It’s not like Arianne has the power to fire you or anything.”It was then that the supervisor approached them, chastising, “Oy, what do you think you people are doing here? This isn’t time for talking—shut your piehole and go back to work! Miss Cox, you’re with me.”
By this point, even the look Libby shot was evident of pity. It was as though Robin’s predicament had drawn much of her sympathy. “Oh, hon, I can’t accept this now! I don’t recall actually giving you any special treatment, you know, because I believe in treating everyone fairly and impartially. Chin up, dear. Your husband’s the renowned designer, Sylvain Trudeau! Leaving Tremont Estate isn’t gonna hurt you too much, trust me. People like you won’t ever fret about the cost of living, yea?”“But I insist, Mrs. Sheppard!” Robin exclaimed, her eyes wide with sincerity. “Sylvain’s too busy tonight to join, but he approved of me inviting you for dinner, so… Well, c’mon! Let me treat you just this once—you can go anywhere you like. Or, if you don’t know where to pick… How about White Water Bay Café? It’s a pretty top-notch place. But what do you think?”Hearing White Water Bay Café as a possible venue perked some of Libby’s interest. “Damn, that’s an expensive place right there though, ain’
“Well, she used to take care of me at work,” Robin explained. “So even though we’re technically not friends anymore, I think I should at least acknowledge her for old times’ sake. So, I invited her for my last dinner.”Libby tucked her phone away and said nothing. All she knew was that her mood for selfies was dashed.Arianne crossed the room and took her seat with phlegm, addressing no one in the room either through eye contact or verbal greetings. In her mind, Libby had rolled her eyes for almost a hundred times over the party-pooper’s attitude. All that was left was squeezing a scornful “Holy sh*t, still putting on those godforsaken airs because you were ‘Mrs. Tremont’ for a few days?!’ through her teeth.The group dined in silence. Then, Arianne—seemingly casually—broke the spell, asking, “So, Libby Sheppard. I heard that you used to be quite chummy with Shelly-Ann Leigh, weren’t you? Still talking to her after she left?”Libby stole a furtive glance at Arianne and decided agai
Arianne lunged, grabbing Libby by her collar before pinning her against the wall.“This restaurant belongs to Jackson West, whose wife, Tiffany, is my best friend. You really think you can skedaddle out of here before giving me answers?” she hissed. “Now that we’ve finally got you, you’re not leaving this premise until you tell me the truth. Just how many favors did that Shelly give you in exchange for you being her tail-wagging lackey, huh? Think. She’s exhausted every single one of her brain cells trying to kick me out of the company, yet the easiest way to do that has always been to just get Mark to fire me. Ever wonder why she would rather throw all of her effort into these useless roundabout ways than just doing that?“It’s because Mark wants me to always remain in his life, divorce be damned. He won’t accept me leaving his sight. It doesn’t matter how many tricks Shelly plays, as long as he wills it, I’ll never go away,” she continued. “Say… We were never enemies before, were w