Novel & Cerita Quit Job, Gained Clingy Ex-boss

I say, and she walks over. "I paid for it already, alpha," she glances towards the register where her boss stands. He looks uncomfortable and mad. "Did he make you pay for us?"She nods yes. "Honey, is this job vital to you? Will it be bad for you if you quit?"I watch her shake. Seth reaches out and touches her hand. "Sit with me please," he says softly, and she does, but her boss mutters to himself about lazy whores. I stiffen as she starts to cry and apologizes for it. I stand and stalk over while Seth hugs her.

She picked up immediately. "Hey sugar, What's up?" "I've got happy news and sad news." I muttered. "Hit me with the happy news first." She said, "Ok. I got a job." "Fuck yeah! And?" "My boss is Quin." It sounded like a whisper. "You're fucked man." The joy in her voice disappeared immediately. "Yeah, I'm fucked." I muttered. "Cheers up sugar, he doesn't know y'all tied the knot so you're safe" the cheer was back in her voice.

The feeling of nothing holding my weight anywhere. The last clear picture I had was of myself standing in a hospital corridor with a termination letter and a burnout-syndrome diagnosis in my hands. Jared, freshly promoted to Director, was strolling out of the OB-GYN wing with his arm around Stephanie. He glanced at me. "Chloe. For old times' sake, I'll do you a favor." "There's still an electronics plant hiring out on the West Side. Assembly line work. Screwing bolts onto circuit boards. Should suit you at this point."

That night, after I got home, my phone pushed me a trending local video. The title read, “Gen Z Taking on a Cheap Boss: Refuses to Give Out Holiday Gift Boxes for Memorial Day Weekend?” The cover image was Tara’s face, full of grievance. I tapped into the video. The first shot was my office door, with the caption, “Gathering the courage to fight for employee benefits.” Then came a close-up of Tara at her desk, looking like she was about to cry. The caption read, “Cruelly rejected by the boss, who said I didn’t know how to be grateful.”

I chuckle "She's my wife now" It takes a second for the words to sink in. Then the explosion hits. “You piece of shit! What the fuck did you do? Melody!” His voice is high, panicked. “Melody, baby, don’t do this. Don’t listen to him. He’s lying. It was a bachelor party and I didn’t mean any of it. You don’t even know this guy!” He must have forgotten that I was his boss for a slight moment. “She's no longer yours and in case you don't know, you no longer work for me.”

I hesitated for a second, but figured I might as well use this chance to set the record straight once and for all. The second I put the phone to my ear, Preston's anxious, impatient voice rang out. It was pretty loud on the other end. He was probably at some kind of gathering. "Danielle, quitting your job is a huge decision! How could you not even discuss it with me first? I went to your company today, and they told me you'd already left. Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was?" There wasn't the slightest bit of concern in his voice, only a sense of entitlement. It was as if I were merely an extension of him who had to follow his plan for me and wasn't allowed to make my own decisions.

I didn't care whatever she called me, or however she treated me, all I wanted was to keep my job. She continued to stare at me in silence. By now I had stopped sobbing, quietly sniffing as I awaited judgement. “Alright," I heard her say. I instantly looked up with a faint smile. The moment my eyes met hers, the sickening feeling in the bottom of my stomach grew worse. She had a sinister grin, glaring at me with piercing eyes. “You want to keep your job?" she asked again. I nodded repeatedly, anxious to hear what she was going to say.

“Tell me you didn’t go back to Nathaniel.” “I didn’t,” I said, quietly. “Exactly…” I finished. Relief flickered across her face… but it was short-lived. “Then what happened?” I exhaled. “I quit.” Her eyes widened. “Quit your job?” I nodded. She blinked. “You… what? Wait, wait… you quit your six-figure job? The job you actually liked? That job?” I nodded again, slower this time, like saying it more calmly would make it sound less crazy.

“That’s not a reason to fire someone! What a jerk.” “Don’t worry,” he added, softening. “I’ll help you get a new job. You’ll be okay.” I smiled faintly, patting his shoulder. “Thanks. You’re such a good friend.” Just then, my phone rang. “Hey, Fab.” “Hey, babe. I’m so sorry about what happened earlier. I wanted to drop by, but the arrogant boss dumped extra work on me. I’ll visit tomorrow, I promise.” “It’s already late, and your boss is still keeping you there?” I asked, interrupting her.

I muttered, collapsing back into the pillows. I’d only just started working there, at his company. Julien was my boss. He was just being polite and professional. I kept repeating that to myself, even as my hand unconsciously traced the same path his had taken in the dream. The phone rang again, jolting me upright. “Oh, for f***’s sake,” I hissed under my breath, grabbing it with shaky fingers. “Grant, what is it?” I asked the moment I picked up the call, my voice sharper than I intended.