Summer Ford stared at the striking headline on the newspaper, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
The bold letters pierced her eyes like sharp needles, causing a painful sting.
Ethan Laurent left without looking back.
Summer Ford stood alone in the living room, unsure of how long, staring in a daze at the newspaper, ultimately heading to the company.
When she arrived at Rousseau, it was already past ten.
Sitting at her desk, she inconspicuously glanced toward Ethan Laurent's direction.
The door to Ethan Laurent's office was open; a male assistant went inside to discuss business with him.
He seemed thoroughly focused, not even glancing her way.
Summer Ford didn't disturb him and began her work upon arrival.
This morning's news was likely sensational; evidently, many in the office had seen it.
All morning, as Summer Ford walked through the company, she constantly felt countless eyes fixed on her, accompanied by faint whispers.
