I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Terrence Sterling didn’t leave.

Meredith saw Terrence Sterling inside the door, and she was shocked, feeling a mix of emotions, even a bit guilty.

She had just assured Fiona that she had no contact with Terrence Sterling, yet there he was in her house.

“You’re back.” Terrence Sterling’s tone was like a husband waiting for his wife to return home.

Meredith felt a bit uneasy, this was her home after all, and she hesitated to go in.

“Why didn’t you leave?” Meredith mustered up her courage and went inside, only to see a large bed in the middle of the room.

It must have been a two-meter bed, a bit out of place in such a narrow house.

She used to sleep on a one-point-five-meter single bed.

But now, it was a two-meter double bed.

Terrence Sterling introduced it to her: “This bed is from Europe, very comfortable, lie down and feel it.”

“The bed is not the point, the point is, Mr. Sterling, why are you still here?”

Terrence Sterling spoke as if it was natural: “Your keys are with me, so if I’m not here, who will open the door for you?”

Meredith was at a loss for words. Why did she feel like they were not on the same page?

She noticed a laptop and a pile of Sterling Corporation files on the coffee table.

Meredith realized a more serious issue: “Mr. Sterling, have you been here all day? Turning my house into your office?”

Meredith couldn’t understand how Terrence Sterling had the audacity to stay.

“I didn’t know when you’d be back, there was a lot of work, so I just worked here for a while.” Terrence Sterling packed up his laptop. “It’s getting late, you should rest.”

Was he really just waiting for her all day?

Meredith couldn’t understand Terrence Sterling. She felt conflicted. As Terrence Sterling was about to leave, she said, “Mr. Sterling, don’t come here again, let’s pretend we’ve never met, don’t play games with me, if you want a woman, there are plenty available, you can…”

“Meredith.” Terrence Sterling’s voice was cold, interrupting her. “I am not that type of person.”

Meredith: “…”

“Get some rest.” Terrence Sterling didn’t utter a single unnecessary word, picked up the files and laptop, and left.

He didn’t push Meredith too far, showing restraint and respect, giving Meredith space.

…

Downstairs.

In a black car, Rick watched his boss come out, quite surprised.

He thought he would at least hold out until tomorrow morning.

To be kicked out in the middle of the night?

“Mr. Sterling.”

Rick quickly got out of the car and opened the door.

Terrence Sterling got in the car, his face devoid of any emotion, unreadable. Rick couldn’t figure out the current situation.

But one thing was certain, Mr. Sterling was after Miss Florrick.

Rick got in the driver’s seat, started the car, and drove towards Thornfield Gardens.

Terrence Sterling sat in the back, eyes closed.

Rick glanced at him in the rearview mirror and cautiously said, “Mr. Sterling, this afternoon, their manager called me.”

At this, Terrence Sterling opened his eyes, a coldness evident in his expression.

Rick continued, “We wanted to retrieve the surveillance footage, but found out it was overwritten automatically. The manager remembered that before it was overwritten, someone had accessed the footage, and that person kept a backup. I’ve sent the backup to your email.”

By opening the email, they could find out who left Terrence Sterling’s room that night.

“It’s not necessary.” Terrence Sterling said. He already had a suspicion.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come looking for Meredith.

Before Terrence Sterling came to find Meredith, her former supervisor had inadvertently mentioned that the morning after their department dinner, she saw Meredith leaving the hotel.

In other words, Meredith lied again.

She didn’t leave that night, but the next morning.

Why did she lie?

And why did he feel a sense of familiarity towards her?

The scent of mint, a head of black hair…

All the details pointed to one thing, that night, it was Meredith.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.