Todos os capítulos de After I Quit, My Ex-Boss Called to Demand Overtime: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"I understand, Rachel," I said, my voice calm. "However, I resigned before the holidays, and all the paperwork went through standard procedures.""Oh, Camille, why are you being so stubborn? Listen to me..." Rachel tried again."Look," I cut her off. "For seven years, I never missed a single day of work, never took a day off, and never turned down overtime. I pulled my weight for this firm. If you need help with the handover, I'm willing to assist, but other than that, don't call me again.""Camille!" Her voice piped up sharply in frustration. "What kind of attitude is that? I'm calling you in good faith, and you're throwing it right back in my face?"I hung up on her right then and there, refusing to let my toxic former co-worker ruin my good mood on my first day joining the new firm.Yet my phone didn't stay quiet for five minutes before it started buzzing again. This time, it was a FaceTime audio call from my former subordinate, Eliza Hale, the very person who had stolen my Emp

I looked at her with a cold smirk, saying nothing, but my silence only fueled her arrogance."What's the matter?" Rachel snorted. "Playing meek and mild now? What happened to that big attitude you had on the phone earlier?"Her eyes darted down to my chest before she let out a loud scoff."And what is this? What's the deal with this badge? Our lanyards aren't this color. Camille, did you walk into the wrong building? Or..."Her eyes lit up with sudden mock enlightenment, and her laugh grew even louder."Or did you take a job at DoorDash? Isn't a blue lanyard what all those delivery workers wear? Hahaha!"Because my badge was flipped backward, none of them could see the company name printed on the front. Before I could respond, Eliza's voice piped up from down the hall."Camille, you're finally here!"She rushed over, stepping in front of me. "Come on, haven't you thrown enough of a temper tantrum by now? Hurry up and wrap up the loose ends. Our contacts from the client firm are

Gregory yanked out his phone and stabbed his fingers onto the screen, still seething."Project Director? You actually think you're qualified for that title? You've worked here for seven years. You think I don't know what you're capable of?"Are they blind enough to pick up someone like you? Don't make me laugh."Eliza continued to fan the flames. "Mr. Howell, don't get so worked up. Camille probably got carried away and just wanted to vent. You don't have to make the call. Let her save a little face."Then she turned to me and gave me an exaggerated wink."Camille, hurry up and apologize," she whispered with feigned urgency. "What are you waiting for? Just say something nice. Once Mr. Howell makes that call, you're finished."I remained detached the entire time. "Go ahead and call him. It will save me the trouble of explaining myself."Gregory paused, clearly surprised that I wasn't showing the slightest sign of fear, but Eliza laughed it off. "Oh, Camille, you're really good at

"Mr. Howell, let me cut straight to the chase."I pulled out my phone, opened the project documents, and placed the screen where he could see it."This is the project timeline. As of today, you've reached the contractual deadline. Under the terms of our agreement, late delivery carries a penalty of 0.5 percent of the total contract value for every day you're overdue."The color drained from Gregory's face. "Well, we...""If I remember correctly, the contract is worth eight million dollars," I continued calmly. "Half a percent of that is 40,000 dollars a day.""It's not that we haven't finished," he explained desperately. "We're basically done. It's just..."His hands began to tremble, sweat beading across his forehead. I pulled back my phone and waited for him to continue.After a moment, he leaned forward anxiously. "Could you give us a little more time? Just a couple of days. I swear we'll have everything delivered by Thursday."His words rushed out in a panicked frenzy."I'

Gregory dragged me toward a narrow alley branching off the main road. I knew that once he got me into that darkness, I might never make it back out."Help!"I managed to scream once before he clamped a hand over my mouth and locked his arm around my throat."Scream again and see what happens!" he hissed, his voice cold and threatening.He looked almost triumphant, like a predator that had finally cornered its prey. I fought desperately, but he was much stronger and forced me farther into the alley.It turned out to be a dark, deserted dead end. He slammed me against the brick wall at the back before releasing his hold and pulling a utility knife from his jacket."My wife was keeping another man on the side and waiting for an excuse to leave me. The second my company went under, she used it to force a divorce and throw me out."His voice grew increasingly agitated as he paced in front of me."And Eliza? That ungrateful bitch. I supported her for three years and handed her some o