My Rise, Her Regret
In my third month of employment, I realized that my colleagues were calling me an old geezer behind my back.
This nickname came from Wanda Stewart’s arrogant and ambitious assistant.
I had hit the age of 32, but was still clinging onto the last vestiges of hope of marriage after eight long years of our relationship.
I asked Wanda, “Do you know that your subordinates call me an old geezer?”
She said without batting an eyelid, “That’s just the way Samuel is. He’s just a straight-talker and he’s just kidding. You’re already 32, are you seriously fussing about this?”
She then chuckled, “You two are really alike.”
My heart turned cold. Turns out that eight years of my youth were nothing but a joke to her.
I turned to leave, resigning from my post and blocking her.
Yet, the woman who was always so calm and cool started panicking.
“Jansen Graham, please come back to me.”