She thought he had loved her.
She thought wrong.
After all they had been through: the lunch dates, the holidays.
the sex.
She had forsaken her Catholic upbringing, turned away from the fear of sin, and had given everything she could to this man. She had loved working for him, with him, by him, under him.
He threw it all away the day he had brought that young temp in. "You look tired." He had said. "This will only be temporary." He promised her.
He broke his promise the day he had driven the temp home, because she was sick, and never came back to work.
She had keys to his house. Caroline left work early, that day
to find Cave in bed, making that little whore moan.
He had tried to stop her when she ran out screaming, diving into her car and almost smashing his as she sped back to the facility. If her mind hadn't been made up before, it would be at closing time that night. She knew exactly how to get to the gun in the locked drawer of his desk.
Yes, at precisely five o'clock and seven minutes, her mind was made.
All over the wall behind his desk.
When he got to the gory scene, there were only two words on the folded-up note she had left on the desk.
Goodbye, Sir.