Chapter 813

Chris wasn't shaken by the sudden outburst. He only gave Donovan a long, deep look. Then, he turned and placed the bag on his desk. Right beside it, he set down the keys to the Bentley he usually drove. "Goodbye." His voice was hoarse as he bade his farewell. Without a hint of hesitation, he pushed the door open and left. The skin on the back of Donovan's hand was scraped and bleeding from the impact with the glass. But he felt no pain—only a crushing sense of loss that washed over him, making it hard to breathe. He dropped onto the couch, exhausted. When Leonard knocked to report on work, he snapped, "Get out!" Startled, he hurried away. Donovan had no strength left to deal with the mountain of work waiting for him. Listless, he slumped against the couch, smoking one cigarette after another in the heavy silence. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Chris was just an ordinary employee he'd hired; if he wanted to leave, fine. Why was he wasting his time dwelling on it? Why