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“I do not accept your resignation. Your job will continue to wait for you. And I will also be here every day, waiting for you to change your mind.”
“I won't change my mind.”
The elevator door opened, and she stepped in, turning back to face me to press the button for the floor she wanted to go to.
I made one more attempt, “I'll double the offer. One million dollars.”
Her response came by way of her hand being raised with her middle finger being shown to me.
“Fuck you!” I still heard her scream as the door closed.
The girl was sincere.
As sincere as she was cruel.
Chapter Ten
CAMILA
If there was one certainty in my life, it was that cats were better than people.
That's why Waffle was my favorite company in the world. He didn't ask me questions, he didn't judge me, he was faithful, affectionate, sincere.
And he would never offer me a proposal to lie in court in exchange for money.
But at least in my own home, I couldn't complain to that extent. When my grandmother came back from the bookstore the day before and found me at home, and I told her I had quit my job, she immediately seemed concerned, but she realized and understood that I didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't force me to do anything.
My grandmother knew me well and knew that when I was sad, I was a fan of silence and solitude. Itwas like that throughout my life, from the most trivial things, like low grades on tests at school or being snubbed by a boy I liked, to more serious things.
It had taken me over a month to open up to her about my parents' deaths. Before that, I had spent most of my time in my room, alone and in silence.
Even now, already a grown woman of twenty-four, my first instinct was still to retreat. That’s why she didn’t ask me any more questions, just brought dinner to my room and, before going to bed, came in to kiss me goodnight and told me she loved me.
Now, however, in the light of morning, I knew I couldn’t stay buried in sadness any longer. I had to get out of bed and start making up for the damage of being unemployed. A job offer wasn’t going to just show up at my door or fall right into my lap.
“Except for a certain half-million-dollar offer...” I grumbled.
Waffle was sleeping next to me, but woke up at my voice, looking at me curiously.
I wouldn't even try to explain it to him. It was all too confusing for even me to understand.
I heard a knock on the door, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked over just as it opened, and my grandmother's face appeared.
“May I come in, dear?”
I nodded and sat down, waiting until my grandmother approached, placing a kiss on my forehead.
“Haven’t you been to the bookstore yet?” I asked.
“I'm going now. I came to ask you if you'd like to come with me.”
“I'll stop by later. Now I need to get out of bed and update my resume so I can start sending it.”
“Do you want to talk about what happened now?”
I didn't want to. But I needed to. However, I only told what I thought was relevant.
“Some idiot took credit for my work and got promoted over me. I was embarrassed to tell you this over the weekend.”
