After learning Sarah might be alive, I instructed my assistant to search for her while I returned to work as usual.
That morning in my office, after signing some documents, I called out instinctively, “Sarah, take this to…”
I caught myself mid–sentence, remembering Sarah wasn’t here anymore.
My assistant opened the door, “Mr. Carter, did you need something?”
“No.” I rubbed my temples in frustration.
Without Sarah, everything felt more complicated than before.
Previously, I just had to review and sign the reports she prepared.
Now I had to handle everything personally, drowning in mountains of paperwork.
Had she really managed all of this by herself?
“Wait, what’s this?” My eye caught a document in the corner, and I stopped my assistant.
I picked up the thin paper – it was a resignation letter.
With Sarah’s signature at the bottom.
When had she resigned? Why didn’t I know? 1
Anger flared inside me as I threw the paper to the floor.
“Who approved her resignation?” I paced the office furiously.
“First she resigns, then she disappears – she’s gotten quite bold!”
“Have you found her yet?”
