I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

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Meredith was feeling unwell with her aunt flow visiting, experiencing cramps and low spirits, opting to stay indoors. After talking to Justin on the phone, she continued her job search, applying to more places to increase her chances of landing a job. She couldn’t afford to be unemployed for too long, with her wallet running low and rent due next month. In the face of basic needs and survival, all those frivolous things were insignificant.

Scrolling through job listings, Meredith suddenly saw Falconer Holdings’ planning department seeking applicants, offering attractive salary packages. This company was also one of the top firms in Auroraville. The chairwoman of Falconer Holdings was a strong woman in her fifties, commanding respect in the business world with a no-nonsense approach, a type that Meredith admired. Seeing a photo of Bianca Chaucer online, Meredith felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Meredith decided to send in her resume, and as soon as she did, the doorbell rang.

Answering the door, Fiona looked extremely concerned and asked, “Meredith, did you have a miscarriage? How are you? Why would you have a miscarriage all of a sudden? Don’t be upset.”

Meredith quickly realized, “Did Justin call you?”

“Yes, he asked me to come and take care of you since he’s away on a business trip,” Fiona eagerly explained. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” said Meredith, turning back to the couch, hugging her laptop, continuing to browse job listings, displaying a cold attitude towards Fiona. Deep down, Meredith found it hard to accept that Fiona was dating Terrence Sterling.

“If you’re upset, it’s okay to cry and let it out,” Fiona pretended to care. Meredith stared at her laptop, calmly saying, “I’m okay.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“You had a miscarriage, how can you be okay,” Fiona gently pulled Meredith’s hand, speaking softly, “Meredith, are you mad at me?”

“I didn’t have a miscarriage; the hospital made a mistake, I wasn’t pregnant at all,” Meredith took a deep breath, looking at Fiona, “Initially, I was upset that you kept it from me, but then I realized everyone has their privacy. Whether they want to be open about it is their right.”

Fiona was shocked, “You weren’t pregnant?”

She thought that the abortion pills she took had taken effect, but it turned out Meredith was never pregnant in the first place.

Meredith nodded, “I wasn’t pregnant, I’m fine, you can go home, I don’t need looking after.”

Meredith didn’t want to spend much time with Fiona; she just wanted to be alone. “Meredith, please don’t be like this,” Fiona noticed the change in Meredith’s attitude towards her. She had considered cutting ties with Meredith, but now that Meredith was acting cold, she felt uneasy, “I truly didn’t mean to keep things from you, please don’t be mad.”

“I said I’m not angry anymore,” Meredith gently pushed away Fiona’s hand, speaking neutrally, “Fiona, don’t blame me for being nosy or jealous. Listen if you want to, ignore if you don’t, just be careful not to get too involved with Terrence Sterling.”

Meredith’s words were tactful; she didn’t repeat what Harvey Fieldmouse had said to avoid upsetting Fiona. As best friends, she knew she couldn’t meddle too much in Fiona’s relationship, right or wrong, good or bad. Otherwise, she would be blamed regardless of the outcome. Earlier, she didn’t know Terrence Sterling was Fiona’s boyfriend. When she expressed her concerns, Fiona almost got into an argument with her, so now she preferred not to say much.

Hearing this, Fiona felt uncomfortable, her face turning slightly unpleasant, “Do you think I’m not good enough for Terrence Sterling, that our relationship won’t last?”

Meredith was on her period and not in the best mood, coupled with everything that had happened recently, she couldn’t handle Fiona’s ambiguous words. She retorted, “Whether you’re good enough, you should know in your heart.”

This blunt statement made Fiona feel exposed, her face flushing as she looked at Meredith, “Meredith, I consider you a friend. Why wouldn’t you wish me well and say such things?”