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Chapter 6

Lucas shot up from his seat: “Are you still hung up on what happened with Vanessa? She came over to take care of me these past few days, but I didn’t let her stay. And about the house–I know you care about it a lot, so I had her move out. I was planning to propose to you, Violet. I know I’ve ignored you too much in the past, but no woman could tolerate her boyfriend crossing the line with someone else. It won’t happen again.”

I looked at Lucas, who was panicking, trying to explain: “So you know that your relationship with Vanessa was crossing the line? Hiding behind the guise of friendship while engaging in ambiguous behavior. Lucas, what reason do I have to stay with you?”

Lucas’s face turned pale, and he couldn’t say anything.

I continued: “Take your things out of my house. I’m planning to sell it.”

“Sell it? Where will you live?”

“I’ll find a place. It’s none of your business anymore.”

Lucas tried to say something, but I had already walked out the door.

My time was precious. I didn’t want to waste any more energy dealing with his regrets.

Vanessa came to find me just as my mentor and I were getting ready to leave for our

project.

She looked at me, her voice dripping with sarcasm: “Didn’t you two break up? Why are you still trying to seduce Lucas? I don’t get what he would be with someone as pathetic as you, making him think about you all the time.”

I calmly looked at her: “It must be hard losing to someone as ordinary as me, huh? But

something gained through deceit is destined to slip away.”

Vanessa’s face turned red with anger. I didn’t plan to let her off so easily: “If you were secure in your position, you wouldn’t be here flaunting yourself to me. Besides, I’m about to

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go on a trip. When I return, I hope to hear that people are calling you Mrs. L, not just

Vanessa.”

With that, I smiled and left.

My mentor, who had been waiting outside, shook his head: “You’re unstoppable when

you’re clear–minded.”

“Of course, I’ve been reborn. How could I let the same person bring me down twice?”

My mentor suddenly looked serious and reminded me, ‘Violet, aren’t you forgetting something before you leave?‘

I sighed, ‘I’ve already moved my stuff, but Lucas doesn’t seem to know that I’m leaving and

he refuses to break up.‘

‘No, that’s not what I’m talking about.Violet, did you communicate with your boss Gabriel

before you left, he’s always taken care of you, you’ve been in public service together for

seven years.‘

‘Hearing my mentor’s words made me realise that I don’t think I’ve officially resigned and

said goodbye to my boss.

I went back to the office and printed out my resignation letter. Carefully fold it, with my

heart in my throat, I slide it into the envelope.

I’ve bought a house on the lake in Greenville and am moving out of state.

It’s my last week working at Ferrara Media.

I’m about to resign; I’ll only have to work the four days until Christmas. I have the

Christmas party, which I’ve decided that I’m going to look shit hot at. Then I’ve already

booked my owed four weeks‘ vacation leave for January and that will count toward my one month’s notice that I must give.

I’m trying to make this as seamless as possible, and in a perfect world, everything will run smoothly, I need to trained Greg to cover my position while I’m away, and I’m hoping that he will get to keep my job in the new year.

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let out a deep breath and knock on the door.

Come in,” boss’s deep voice calls.

“Good morning, Violet,” he says as he takes his suit pants from the hanger. “You look lovely

today.” So do you.

“Morning.” I smile, my heart is racing, and I just know this isn’t going to go down well.

“Before I forget, can you drop down to Tiffany’s and pick up a gift for me today?” Huh?

Actually…good…a reminder of why I’m doing this, thank you, universe, I needed this.

Hit me straight in the face with it.

“Sure thing, what am I getting?” I ask.

He pulls his shirt around his shoulders. “I don’t know. Earrings, necklace…some bullshit.”

I roll my eyes and take out my notepad. “Umm…what are we talking?

Gold, silver…platinum?”

He twists his lips. “Gold.”

“What’s the budget?”

“I don’t know, you pick.‘

”

I exhale as I write it down. “Diamonds?” “Fuck no.” He fakes a shiver as if disgusted.

I glance up. “Why fuck no?”

“I’ll only ever buy a diamond for someone I love.”

“You should probably buy yourself a few, then,” I mutter, deadpan.

He smirks as he buttons up his shirt. “I am the diamond.”

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No shit, Sherlock. A diamond python. Looks pretty…but if left unattended, will suffocate you

To death.

“Okay…if you say so.” I roll my eyes.

Thump, thump, thump goes my heart. I can’t wait until the end of our meeting; I need to tell

him now. I pull out the envelope and hold it out to him.

“I’ve got something for you.”

He turns and his eyes fall to the envelope and then rise to meet mine.

What’s this?”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “It’s my resignation.”

His face falls. “What?”

“I….”

“No.”

“Gabriel…I’m not asking for your permission. I am leaving.”

He snatches the envelope from my hand and tears it in half and then throws it in the wastepaper basket. “You will do no such thing.” Here we go.

He marches to the door and opens it in a rush. “Go back to your desk and get to work.” “No.

“Do. As. I. Say,” he growls.

“No.”

“Do not tell me no!” He’s about to go into cardiac arrest. “You work for me, not the other way around.”

“I’m taking some time off for me.” I cross my arms as I watch his tantrum unfold.

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tore up your letter, it doesn’t count. Take the day off and come to your senses.”

That’s not happening, I’ve already emailed my resignation to HR and will be finishing up on the twenty–second of December.” “What?” he explodes. “That’s four days away.”

“I know.”

Gabriel paces back and forth in front of me, his hands are on his hips, and his eyes are

crazy.

“Fine, twenty percent pay raise, that’s it,” he snaps.

‘I stay silent.

He continues to pace. “Hardball, hey…twenty five percent and that’s it.” I begin to type as I

act uninterested. “No thanks.” “What do you mean, no thanks?” he barks.

“It’s not about the money.”

“Everything is about money,” he fires back.

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I roll my eyes and go back to my computer.

“Fifty percent pay raise and that’s totally fucking it.”

I keep typing. “No.”

“Double your wage and do not talk to me again. This is daylight robbery,” he screams. “You are trying to fuck me up the ass, and I won’t have it.”

He puts his hands on his hips and begins to pace again, his mind is racing.

I continue to pretend to type, and I do have to admit, him groveling is doing wonders for my confidence.

“Fine, don’t go to Tiffany’s today, it doesn’t matter. I won’t get her the gift.”

Huh?

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Hook up from my computer. Does he know? “Why would you say that?”

That’s it, isn’t it?” he says.

“We are not having this conversation, Gabriel,” I snap.

“Yes. We. Fucking. Are.”

“I’m leaving because I’ve bought myself a house.”

He takes a step back, completely shocked. “You bought a house?”

“I nod. “In Greenville.”

“Where’s that?”

“Maine.”

“Why the fuck would you buy a house in Maine?” He screws up his face in horror.

“Because…it’s time.”

“For what?” he bellows. “To turn fucking Amish?”

“I want a family home with a garden and a dog, maybe even a family.

Renting a tiny apartment in New York is never going to get me there.” He blinks as he

processes my words.

“I need to get out of New York, Gabriel.”

“New York is your home.”

“New York is your home. I’ve been here for seven years and I…” I shrug, not wanting to elaborate on my loneliness. “I broke up with my boyfriend. There’s no reason for me to stay here anymore.”