Chapter 3
The moment Dolores heard the word “separate,” it felt like an invisible fist had squeezed her heart, mingling sharp pain with a deep, unspeakable
sadness
Since their marriage, Adam’s visits to Calancho Manor had been so rare they n might as well have been living apart. “We’ve only got three months to go. I don’t see any fucking point in playing house she stated softly, yet with unwavering determination.
Adam glanced at her, his eyes sharp, lips curling into a mocking smirk. “I decide what’s necessary. I’ve arranged with Ben to give you a couple of hours off to pack up and move back, he declared
1-” Dolores started, only to be
anly to be cut off t
off by an urgent knocking
Ben’s voice came through from the other side of the door. “Mr. Walcott, your meeting is starting”
Adam snapped his cufflinks into place and ordered coldly, “Out”
Dolores stood her ground. “Adam, I’m not going back.
He scoffed, as if her words were nothing new. “How many times have we heard that before?”
It wasn’t their first argument, nor the first time Dolores had packed up to leave. But she always ended up returning. This time, however, Dolores was fed up with repeating herself and decided to let time prove her resolve.
After leaving the office, she retreated to the restroom to touch up her makeup. As she looked in the mirror, she noticed a bruise on her chin–a leftover from their earlier scuttle.
resignation when she got called out. Dolores, the printer’s out of ink. Get on it, now!”
she finished up and was about to head to HR with her resig
Such h commands had become her daily grind. Originally hired as Adam’s personal assistant, she was meant to handle his daily trivialities. However, due to his displeasure. Ren Chapman had taken over most of her responsibilities, reducing her to just another errand runner on the 36th floor.
“Dolores, didn’t you hear me? Change the damn ink!” Elle Davis, who always treated her with disdain and had recently sneered at her breakup with her “rich boyfriend, was now barking orders. “Even if you’re quitting, you should finish the damn job.”
Dolores replied, her voice calm but edged with a barely noticeable sharpness, “My job is to follow Mr. Walcot’s commands and take care of his daily needs. When the hell did you get the authority to bark orders for him?”
Despite its apparent lack of prestige, the position of personal assistant was highly coveted.
Elle glared at her, scoffing. “Dolores, what the fuck is wrong with shit about your takeouts?”
you today? Still think you’re in charge of his meals? When has he ever even given a
Her words stung, bringing back painful memories of meals lo
left untouched and thrown away.
Elle thrust a stack of documents into her chest, commanding arrogantly, “Make sure these twenty copies are done by 2 PM, Ms. Sherry. It’s high time you recognized your place.
Frustration knitted Dolores’s brow. She was about to snap back when she sensed movement behind her. Turning, she saw Adam and Ben walking out of the office, their eyes meeting hers in a glance filled with mockery and contempt–as if Laughing at her inability to manage even the simplest of tasks, let alour broath the topic of divorce.
right back at Elle, under Adam’s watchful
eyes
Fury landled over in Dolores as she whirled around and flung the documents r Papers flew everywhere as lier icy voice echoed, “Elle, you really need to know your place and listen. I’m not swapping ink or printing more crap Got a problem with that? Go bitch about it to Adam. He’s into chicks with big boobs and no brains, and you, darling, are lacking in both.”
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With that, Dolors strutted off, a wicked stuitk
on her lips. Throwing shade at Adam before 1 quitt Damn right it’s worth it.
Adam’s face clouded over instantly, his lips pressed into a tight, displeased line.
Dolores then strode into 11 to hand in her resignation. The HR manager, clearly surprised, said, “Ms. Sherry, you should take this back. As Mr. Walcott’s personal assistant, you’ll need his signature to move forward”
Dolores coully declined to retrieve the form. “I won’t be in tomorrow. Record it as
us a no–show, sick leave, whatever suits you.”
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The HC manager may taken aback. That’s a contract breach. You’re supposed to give a two–week notice.”
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“Fine, let hum sur me then she declared, uning on her heel and walking out.
Leaving the building. Dolores received a call from her best friend, Gail Quinn, who suggested grabbing drinks–probably worried after seeing yesterday’s news
Drained, Dolores declined and retreated to her hotel, skipping dinner and falling straight into sleep.
She was awakened at 7:50 AM by urgent knocking. Opening the door, she found the hotel manager, awkward yet apologetic, “Ms. Sherry, I’m really sorry, but we need to urgently repair something in your room.”
Dolores responded without fuss, “Then please find me another rooms, before turning back to pack her things.
But the manager’s next words stopped her cold. “I’m sorry, but we’re fully booked. Your payment and penalties have been refunded to your card. Please understand”
Her heart clenched, anger surging. Remembering Adam’s order to be home by eight, she exploded. “Is this some bullshit from Adam! I’m not leaving“” Her tone was laced with ire.
The manager looked distressed but insisted, “Ms. Sherry, we’re just a small outfit here. I’m asking for some understanding.”
“Small outh Dolores snorted inwardly, “Yeah, this is a ‘small five–million–dollar joke! Realizing the argument was pointless as the maintenance team was ready at the door, she left, disgruntled.
Adam’s car was already waiting outside. James approached to take her suitcase, respectfully announcing, “Mrs. Walcott, Mr. Walcott sent me to pick you up.”
Dodging his hand, Dolores firmly stated, “Tell Adamn I’m not going back to the villa” She then headed to another hotel nearby.
James didn’t attempt to stop her, as if he had anticipated her reaction.
Soon, Dolores encountered another problem. When she attempted to check in, the receptionist informed her politely. “Your card has been restricted. Could you possibly use another one!”
