Meanwhile, Benjamin sat in his office quietly, working.
One of Benjamin's traits was that he often engaged in a lot of extracurricular activities at work. However, despite all of those, he always got the job done. Lately, though, he hadn't been procrastinating or gossiping with the other employees. He didn't even have the energy to hate on William or Dean. Even when he ran into them, he just felt the usual bitterness and moved on.
And it had been this way ever since he walked out on Mint.
"Tsk." He paused, glancing at his phone. "That cruel cousin. Not even a hint of remorse."
Another click of his tongue echoed as he shook his head.
It wasn't like he and Mint hadn't fought before. In fact, they always fought — Mint always found a way to make him angry. If he ever got early-onset hypertension, she'd be the cause.
Still, in most of those fights, Mint would always reach out to him and apologize. She'd spew nonsense, praise him to the heavens, and melt his heart again.
