A Graduation Gift

The morning came.

Rufus took off last night, leaving Cassandra in the arms of a restless sleep.

She opened her eyes at first light. Still too early, but it was impossible for her to go back to sleep. Cassandra lay awake in bed, waiting for the tell-tale signs of morning to rouse her from her half-asleep state. That morning at breakfast, there was still no trace of Rufus. Hadn't he returned last night?

On the table were only two people - Horace, wearing a glum expression and Jill who was her usual grumpy self. Lionel's seat remained empty, too. Cassandra had no idea where he was.

"Good morning," she greeted the older couple politely.

Neither of them responded, as if they didn't hear her. Cassandra proceeded to sit down uncomfortably, watching her motions as if fearing that the smallest movement would disturb the two. She took a glass of milk and drank it with uncharacteristic attention, as Horace and Jill continued to sit wordlessly.

After a while, the silence became too excruciating and Cassandra could not help but ask,"Where is Rufus? Haven't seen him lately?"

Jill's head shot up at her words, as if she had said something unforgivable. She looked at Cassandra, her eyes silently speaking in daggers.

For some implacable reason, Cassandra felt as if she had made an offense. She lowered her head, waiting for Jill's reproach, although it was not clear what upset her. But instead, Horace spoke, letting off a heavy sigh as he looked at Cassandra.

"He is not here. He probably won't be home for a long time," he said sorrowfully, his eyes drowning Cassandra with an unknown grief. He closed his eyes and continued,"This is all my fault."

It was rare for Horace to be in such low spirits. He seemed to be holding in something.

"What happened?" Cassandra pressed.

She had not been able to shake the feeling from last night. She had been ill-at-ease, as if something was not right.

"Don't blame yourself. That woman died of illness. You are not to blame,"

Jill, who had been quiet, said with a sour tone. Cassandra's paled at her words.

That woman? Died of illness?

Horace turned to Jill sharply and said,"You! Do not involve yourself in matters that do not concern you! Rufus is preparing his mother's funeral abroad, so he won't be home for some time. I owe him and his mother everything..."

Jill spoke nothing more of the matter.

claustrophobic. Cassandra's mind reeled from the realizations, and somehow, a part her ached.

was no wonder he acted so oddly last night.

especially last night,

you

words, she realized her mistake. Jill was glaring at her. Cassandra could almost feel herself burned

remind you that you are Lionel's wife. Why are you so concerned with that? This is none of your business. You are NOT in a position

once more, if only to avoid the woman's eyes. 'Jill is really unreasonable. Why be jealous of a

you yelling at Cassandra? I don't want to hear you speak of Rufus that way ever

to give Cassandra a resentful glance, her tears quivering

callous woman's tears, Cassandra felt guilty. She didn't know it

the food on her plate. Even the rest of her meal looked cold and

Horace replied gently, his eyes growing distant as he

heavy steps that echoed through the room. Cassandra watched him leave the room. His hunched shoulders made

absently, a strange feeling brewing up

At the company

night. No one even mentioned a word about the seemingly abrupt change to her assistant. it was as if everything had settled back into its old flow, and as usual, there was plenty of work to be done and

assignment Rufus had given her was almost finished, and she

needed was his approval. After his review, the design would be ready

the design satisfactory, it would mark the successful completion of her first project in the Tang Group. She lightened up at the prospect, leaning back on her chair and smiling to herself.

her thoughts unknowingly drifted, and

Rufus

last night flashed in her mind - his tired, dispirited eyes, and the silent

not even imagine the depths of

Horace's son, with another woman, and that he had been living alone with

first glance, he appeared to be lazy and evil, like he cared about nothing, but Cassandra could clearly see that Rufus was definitely not a simple man. This time, he was willing to return to Tang Group, probably with

she wondered. Cassandra's thoughts occupied her brain. She was biting her lip subconsciously, the delicate lines of her face drawn into confusion and worry.

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