Andrew rose to his feet slowly.
“Pack your things,” he said.
Elena blinked.
“I—what?”
“You and your children. Pack whatever you need.”
Her face drained of color.
“I told you, I’ll work harder—I won’t bring any problems—”
“That’s not what I mean,” Andrew interrupted gently.
She froze.
“I’m not firing you,” he said. “I’m helping you.”
Elena stared at him, disbelief filling her face.
“Why?” she whispered.
Andrew didn’t respond right away.
Because the truth was… he didn’t entirely know.
Or maybe he did.
Because for the first time in a long while, something mattered more than control.
