Georgea clenched her jaw in frustration. It was true. She had pleaded with Summer before, swallowed her pride, and asked for her help. And now, she wished she hadn't.
"I never wanted to be his secretary. That's true," Summer continued. "But I'm not so heartless that I'd hurt him just to avoid working for him."
She tilted her head slightly. "Do you remember what I said this morning? I wanted to leave because I knew you would keep blaming me for everything. You promised you wouldn't. It hasn't even been half a day, and here you are again — accusing me, calling me a jinx."
A hollow laugh escaped her mouth.
"I'm done playing along. I'm leaving."
Without waiting for a response, she strode down the corridor.
"Summer, wait." Gideon caught up quickly and grasped her arm. "Don't make a rushed decision."
