It had been almost three years since Mary's death. James moved on with his life and continued to work at the small company in Ashfield.

A few months ago you joined that company as a receptionist. From the moment you arrived, you caught the attention of many men, including the manager of the company himself and James.

At first, he didn't want to admit his feelings because he thought he was betraying Mary's memory, but every day he looked at you, he found it impossible to hide any longer.

James started flirting with you, but you politely turned him down. Sometimes he would email you while you were working, buy you some candy, smile at you.

James began to notice the manager's special treatment of you. He felt jealous. He knew he had no right to be, but, God, his blood boiled every time that jerk looked at you and flirted with you.

Another day at the office, you were focused on your work, taking calls and running the occasional errand. Suddenly, you got an email from James. He said he wanted to see you in the parking lot at the end of your shift.

When the day was over, you headed to the parking lot. There, near his car, James was standing, waiting for you. You approached him.

James spoke, "Why do you keep rejecting me?" his tone was somewhat desperate, a little aggressive. "Is it because of that bastard?" There was a hint of jealousy in his voice.