held it. Her silence was her ans

omething unreadable-frustration, maybe something else-crossed hi

s over. Not just their marriage, but any linger

floor was silent. Everyone stared. The n

tems into a small box. Her photos, her favorite m

ppeared at her desk. He pla

his is Mr. Ingr

s a formal announcement regardin

surprise, but it still fel

la Wo

e. He wasn't just divorcing her; he was using her

d page. It was a memo o

transition. This includes negotiating the termination settlement with Zara Knight's represent

torture. He wanted her to personally tear down her

throat. She swallowed it down, her ha

ooked almost sorry for her. "Mr. Ingram said... he trusts y

ties," she repeated, the

on calm again. "I understand. Pleas

tay. She would do this job so perfectly, so flawlessly, that it wo

nd damage control. She flew to Los Angeles t

ffered a sincere apology and a compensation package so g

nda pulled her aside. "This isn't your fault, Celina. Ingram Industri

hausted, the morning sickness a constant, draining companio

tella. She stared at the glossy headshots,

and marketing strategies. Whenever she had a moment, she saw her doctors and followed their orders, takin

. She would just look at it, not playing it. It was the last tangible

, foolish

kick-off for the new campaign. Tomorrow morning. B

m and discuss how to make Estella a star. On top of that, her occasional pregnancy nausea might make

. "Estella said she had a good im

Blake. I already said s

omorrow. Estella wants you there, and you're

er career. That she couldn't let go. And a

erstand. I'l