The design review had dragged on for 4 hours. I'd gotten up early without eating, and my blood sugar had dropped so low that my vision kept going dark.   Under the table, I pulled out my phone and texted my boyfriend, who sat at the head of the table.   Phoebe: Mr. Holloway, my blood sugar is low. I'm about to pass out. Could you ask reception to bring me a hot chocolate with extra sugar?   Grant Holloway's phone lit up as he listened to the presentation beside the projector.   He glanced at it without a flicker of emotion, then went on pointing out structural flaws in the drawings.   Only 40 minutes later did he signal for his assistant to close them.   "Thank you, everyone. Since we missed lunch, I had admin order refreshments from the Valennian bakery next door. Caramel nut tarts and mochas for everyone."   My fingers tightened around my phone.   I was the only person at the firm with a severe nut allergy. Even breathing in a trace of nut dust could make it hard for me to breathe.   Our exhausted coworkers perked up at once. Someone even nudged Vanessa Pierce, who sat beside me.   "Vanessa, you mentioned wanting their nut tarts this morning, and Mr. Holloway remembered!"   Vanessa lowered her head with a shy smile and twirled a strand of hair around her finger.   "Don't be silly. Maybe he just likes that bakery."   My phone vibrated. Grant had sent me a money transfer, followed by a message.   Grant: If you don't feel well, buy yourself something else. I run this team. I can't plan everyone's refreshments around your preferences alone.   I stared at the transfer without accepting it.   I still felt sick from low blood sugar.   And suddenly, I knew it was time to end the relationship we'd kept secret for 6 years.