Chapter 4

Back in the room, Marshall didn't say a word. He just quietly helped me dry my hair.

I kept my head down, my voice a bit hoarse.

"Am I really that terrible? Really...not as good as Maisy?"

Marshall stopped what he was doing and then sat in front of me.

"Don't say that. You're kind, smart, capable, beautiful..."

He spoke, furrowing his brow as if searching for the right words.

"...Anyone can see you're far better than her."

Seeing this usually confident and aloof CEO awkwardly trying to comfort me, I felt a warmth inside that was hard to describe.