---- Chapter 10 "T let you down." Inodded, not denying it. "Sign the papers. We're adults. No need to make this uglier than it already is." Randall slid the divorce agreement across the table. "I've made some changes. The house, the car, the shares in the company are all yours. I don't want anything." He chuckled bitterly. "When you're the one who screwed up, you don't get to make demands." Without hesitation, I signed my name. I didn't worry about Randall ending up on the streets. Why waste concern on someone unworthy of it? After all, I'm a tough, no-nonsense woman. "See you in court next Monday at 9 a.m." ---- On the way home, I spotted Macy looking worse for wear. Ever since Randall kicked her out of Harrison and blacklisted her in the industry, Macy had struggled to find a foothold. She'd once been Randall's favorite, parachuted into a senior assistant role. Now, with no skills or education to back her up, life had turned harsh. An older woman was berating Macy. "You've been here for two years and can't handle something this simple? How did you even get hired?" "All you do is play the victim, acting like everyone's out to get you!" "This is the workplace, not your personal drama stage. If you mess up the numbers again, you're out of here!" Macy kept apologizing, far from the cocky attitude ---- she used to have around me. I shook my head and turned to leave, but Macy noticed me and hurried over. "Ms. Nara!" she called, stopping me. "Please! I was wrong. I shouldn't have had those delusions of grandeur. Please, tell Mr. Harris to lift the blacklist!" Tears and snot streamed down her face, and this time, they seemed genuine. I raised an eyebrow. "Why are you asking me? Did I blacklist you?" She hesitated, then sniffled. "But Mr. Harris did it to avenge you." Randall wasn't doing it for me; he just couldn't face his own mistakes. Instead, he punished Macy, as if that absolved him of his guilt.