“Mr. Sterling, we have to go as we still have a meeting at one,” the bodyguard reminded again.
Hector gave Charlotte another glance before passing her and leaving.
He didn’t say a word the whole time.
Standing still, Charlotte listened to Hector’s footsteps as he left. Her heart felt like a piece of glass being smashed into pieces.
Does he not recognize me anymore?
Or did he choose not to?
Perhaps, I am just a shadow in his heart. A blot in his life. He doesn’t want to bring it up or have anything to do with me.
Holding that thought in mind, Charlotte felt as if a knife was slicing her heart.
“You’re late!”
Zachary’s voice rang out from behind her and as if the Devil himself was giving her a warning.
Charlotte brought the food into the meeting room looking sullen.
“Is this the breakfast you bought?”
Ben took over the food from her hands and placed them on the table one by one.
Pizzas, beef sandwiches, coffee…
It is what I had requested.