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oversee, and he has proven himself worthy for this promotion time and time
again. So, I have no doubt in my mind that he will do an amazing job as head
of the division.”
Everybody had been shocked into silence. Just like me.
“It hasn’t been decided when he’ll take over all my responsibilities while
I undertake a more advisory role for InTech, but I wanted to give you—the
Solutions family—the news first. Even if it hasn’t been officially announced
yet.”
Jeff continued talking then, probably going through whatever was in the
agenda of the Breakfast & Broadcast next. Or maybe not—I didn’t know. I
wasn’t listening. I couldn’t when his announcement was the only thing
spinning in my head.
Aaron Blackford will be my boss.
My gaze shot to Aaron, who was leaning back in his chair. His gaze kept
fixated somewhere in front of him, his expression impassive. Even more than
usual.
There was a pause and some clapping. To which my hands joined in
automatically.
Aaron Blackford will be promoted to head of the division, and I just went
on a date with him. A fake date but one to anyone looking.
For an instant, I was hurled back in time. To a past I had left behind and
did not want to remember. Or relive ever again.
Shaking my head, I tried to appease the whirlwind of unwelcome
memories. No, I wouldn’t think of that right now, not in front of everyone.
My gaze, which was still latched on to Aaron, studied his vacant
expression.
This changed everything. Whatever was … between us.
It no longer mattered that he was my only option. It didn’t matter
anymore that no one in Spain would believe we were dating because we
bickered and argued constantly. It did not matter that he had confessed he
never wanted to be my friend and that I didn’t know where that left us.
None of that mattered because, now, the deal was off. It had to be off.
I would not play charades with the man who was to be promoted to head
of my division. My boss.
There was no way I’d put myself in a situation I had already been in,
which had ended up so badly. For me. Only for me. So, even if all of it would
be fake—had been fake last Saturday—I simply would not risk it.