This time, he wasn’t quite the gentleman.
Vincent grabbed Emily's hand, guiding her through the crowded elevator, across the bustling company lobby, without caring who saw them. He then pushed her into the front passenger seat of his car, ignoring the stares of onlookers.
As the car started, Emily could still see through the window a bunch of curious colleagues gossiping about what just happened.
“Do you think this is appropriate?” Emily asked, turning her head to look at the line of trees speeding by outside.
Vincent replied, “You keep avoiding me. I had no choice.”
“But you know how people in the company will talk about me after this, right?”
“What will they say?”
“They'll say everything I've accomplished, my skills, everything about me—was all because of you. They'll probably even say the award I won was thanks to your influence.”
Vincent's voice was calm. “You can’t stop people from talking, Emily. I taught you this lesson three years ago.”