She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

033 The Old Coaster

Scarlett's POV

Who says bitching is lame and you should always take the high road?

I took the high road and all I got was humiliation, pain, and a late "thank you". I didn't want to bitch about it, but it surely felt great!Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

After the night where I lashed out at Sebastian, I have seen a new light in my life. My heart. doesn't hurt every damn second for him, and I can finally focus on my own life with a fresh. view. I wasn't ready to move on hen I signed the divorce papers, but I am now.

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I feel like I was given a new life.

I thought it would take long before I could get used to him being with Ava after the divorce, and I thought it would hurt until I could finally be numb.

Turns out, all I needed was to speak up and get it over with. Maybe this is the "closure" people talk about.

"Miss Scarlett?" The reception at the Dunn Corp's headquarters comes to me with a flattering smile, "The CEO is ready to see you if you follow me, this way."

I don't sign my last name unless I absolutely have to. Not that I would want to, but it's one of the "lessons" Gabriel taught me with his fists. All the better.

"Of course, thanks," I grab the folder in my hand, not following her before taking a deep breath to calm my throbbing heart.

I got Adrian's reply on the day after that messy night-

[Intrigued. You know where my office is.]

I was prepared for a rejection, AND I had a long speech to give him for that. But I didn't expect such a decisive approval, and I was the one having doubts. I took a few days to go over my script again, making sure it was ready as I was before I came. I NEED this.

Being one of the oldest names in the media field, the Dunn's building stands in the city center, tall and boring, with the scene of a prudent scholar from the last century, unlike Sebastian's information-age style building with all the modern, young elements. Just like the two very different men.

I wish the receptionist could leave, but she waits by the door, waiting for me to knock with a polite smile. I have no choice but to take a long, deep breath in front of her, checking my tight. blouse for wrinkles and my black skirt for hair or dust. First impressions are important. The old Coaster

She waits patiently, and after I sneak in a slight stomp on my high heels, I knock.

"Come on in," A clear, light voice answers.

I don't really know Adrian Dunn. We went to the same high school, but we never spoke once. in school. The first and last words we exchanged actually happened after graduation. Well, not even "exchanged". He said "Nice car" when I was about to drive away, and I did with I have to admit that encounter plays a huge role in my nervousness right now.

At his answer, the receptionist leaves with a swift turn, and I twist the doorknob with a drumming heart, and open the door to a huge, bright room.

Sebastian likes to play close with his team. His office is just an expansion from the desk he used when he started his business with his "guys". They eat right in the open kitchen and play games to relax right outside of his office. But not Adrian. The Dunn Corp is the definition of old fashioned elegancy.

A full glass wall opens to the city view. Though this piece of land is crowded with big money. his 50th-floor window still has quite a view.

Right now, Adrian Dunn is standing in front of that view, a glass in his hand.

He has great taste in styles, the same as Sebastian. Ironed straight suits line out his long legs well, giving him a sharp feeling. His white shirt is wrinkleless, showing his wide back and muscled arms without coming off as tight. The biggest difference between him and Sebastian is his spotless table versus Seb's messy

one.

"I hope the trip over isn't too dreadful? Driving in the city can be a hassle," He turns to me when he hears the door, putting down the glass on an old coaster.

The coaster looks old and dirty, standing out from his luxurious clean table. It looks like some cheap souvenir at some small, lame event. None that would have anything to do with the gentry in front of me, so I took another glance at it. "Like it?" Adrian's long finger knocks on it twice lightly, his

My heart skips a beat.

eyes taunting as he smiles at me.