Chapter 63
Sophia stared at her phone screen, fingertips trembling slightly.
"Mr. Roscente requests a noon meeting." The voice on the other end was polite.
She scoffed. "Him again?"
"Yes, Miss Lowell."
"Fine." She hung up and tossed the phone onto the bed.
Dawn light filtered through the windows as Sophia threw off the covers. She refilled her calico cat's bowl, toasted two slices of bread, and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, chewing slowly.
After today, she'd be free of Ethan Roscente forever.
"You seem cheerful." Jessica walked into the office carrying coffee.
Sophia looked up from typing her resignation letter and smiled. "Finally breaking free."
"Really leaving?" Jessica lowered her voice. "What about Mr. Roscente—"
"I never should've come here." Sophia cut her off. "My degree is in architecture."
"Oh, who are you trying to fool?" A shrill voice rang from the doorway. "You didn't care about 'mismatched qualifications' when you were climbing into his bed."
Three female coworkers strutted in, led by Isabella's lackey, Daisy.
"Now that Miss Valentine's here, certain people have lost their chance and suddenly play the victim." Daisy raised her voice deliberately. "Such a delicate little saint."
Sophia saved her document leisurely. "You seem well-versed in the trade. Need me to introduce you to some sponsors?"
"You—!" Daisy flushed crimson. "I heard your ex died in a car crash. Did your bad luck kill him?"
The office fell silent.
Sophia rose slowly. "Missing him? Should I send you to keep him company?"
"Are you insane?!"
"Compared to certain simps, I'm perfectly sane." Sophia smiled coolly. "Not everyone gets turned on by Ethan's expressionless face."
Daisy trembled with rage. "You think a man like Mr. Roscente would want trash like you?"
"Correction." Sophia grabbed her bag. "I don't want him."
She turned toward the elevators as furious curses followed her.
When the doors closed, Sophia exhaled deeply. Her phone buzzed—a meeting address from her lawyer.
After today, everything would finally be over.