Tainted Desires | 18+

66 - He Let Me Go

Mirabelle Morrison

Standing in Terrence's office, a sense of déjà vu washed over me, taking me back to the very first time I had stood in this very spot, nervously awaiting his instructions as his personal assistant. The memories of that day flooded back, a time when our professional relationship had been the only supposed connection between us.

But now, everything was different.

I wasn't here as his lover, assistant, or business consultant of his company anymore. I was here as an employee who had just been fired.

The room seemed to shrink around me, and the air grew heavy as I faced Terrence across his desk. His expression was an enigma, devoid of emotion, leaving me to wonder what was going on in his mind. It was as if the history we shared, both professionally and personally, had been wiped clean from his face, replaced by an impenetrable facade.

Terrence's detachment was striking, almost as if he was unfazed by the gravity of the situation. He appeared unaffected by the fact that he was letting me go, as though he had no regrets about this decision. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on Antoine, who sat beside him, a triumphant grin stretching across his face as if he had just won the lottery.

The irony of the situation was not lost on me. Antoine, who would soon become Terrence's father-in-law, appeared to relish my termination, a stark contrast to the emotions I had expected to encounter in Terrence.

As I stood there, the echoes of our past interactions and the journey we had taken together reverberated in my mind. It was a strange sensation, standing in this familiar space, knowing that it marked the end of an era and the beginning of an uncertain future.

Memories of late nights working, shared laughter, and even the moments of arguments we had experienced together flashed before my eyes like a montage of a life left behind.

Terrence's voice broke the silence, delivering the finality of my termination, and I couldn't help but wonder how I had arrived at this moment, where the lines between our personal and professional lives had blurred beyond recognition.

"Hand in your files to George, and he would take care of the rest, Miss Morisson." Terrence instructed, his tone remaining steady, devoid of any emotion.

I nodded, my voice catching in my throat as I tried to respond. "Of... of course, s..sir." I managed to utter as my professional instincts kicked in despite the emotional turmoil that raged within me.

As I turned to leave his office, the air heavy with the weight of my dismissal, I heard a triumphant exclamation from Antoine. "Look at this! Wow!"

I glanced back briefly, catching Antoine's gaze shifting between Terrence and me, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and pride.

"Who would have thought Terrence would fire his lover... oh, excuse me, his employee?" Antoine remarked, his tone dripping with irony. His words were laced with a hint of mockery, and they cut through me like a blade.

I caught a glimpse of Terrence clenching his jaw, his silence speaking volumes. His gaze remained distant, as though he were lost in his thoughts, detached from the tense exchange unfolding before him.

"You should have taken my offer when all was still good, Morrison," Antoine continued, his tone carrying a hint of nostalgia and genuine fondness that contrasted sharply with his earlier mockery. "I really liked you, you know."

I couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy as I stood there, Antoine's words hanging in the air like an unfinished chapter of my life. The offer he had mentioned, the one I had declined in favour of pursuing my own path with Terrence, now seemed like a distant memory, a road not taken that had led me to this moment.