When the Contract Expired, She Chased Me to My Hometown

"The contract's up. Here's the key card and the car key." I set the two things side by side on the cold marble tea table, and they landed with a crisp little clink. On the couch, Lorraine Fox didn't even lift her eyes to look at me. Her gaze stayed on the English pages of her cross-border merger file, and she only gave a faint "Mm" from her nose. "I've moved out all my stuff. Just one suitcase," I said.