They basically told her that yesterday. And I'll probably lose mine, too. We'll both be blacklisted in the industry, unable to get references, starting over from nothing. Consequences, I said simply. For what?
For being human? For making mistakes? For lying? For stealing company time? For creating a hostile work and environment where your colleagues had to cover for you?
I leaned forward. You want to know what really bothers me about this, Marcus? Not that you fell in love with my wife. Feelings happen. I get that.
What bothers me is how entitled you both are. How you act like the rules don't apply to you. Like you should be able to conduct an affair on your employer's dime and face no consequences because your feelings are special. That's not it is fair. You made choices.
Adult choices. Now you get adult consequences. That's how the world works. He stared at his coffee and I watched him realize that charm wouldn't work here. That I wasn't someone he could sweet talk or manipulate.
What do you want from me, James? An apology. I already gave you one graveling. I'll do it if that's what it takes. I don't want anything from you.
I wanted the truth, which I got. I wanted the affair documented, which it is. I wanted to make sure everyone knew what really happened, and now they do. There's nothing else you have that I need. Rachel said, "You're destroying her life out of spite. " Rachel destroyed her own life.
I'm just refusing to help her hide the wreckage. I stood up. Your 20 minutes are up. Don't contact me again. Wait.
He grabbed my arm and I looked down at his hand until he released it. Just one thing. The question you asked her about me having an illness. There really isn't one, is there? No.