Chapter 8 People Are Slaves To Their Emotions
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Julius glanced at the metal barrel billowing with thick black smoke, wondering if she was unwell. “Wouldn’t it be better if you just threw it out!”
“Burning it makes it cleaner, Jemima replied.
Julius furrowed his brows.
The two of them stood silently in the yard as the last sliver of light on the ground was swallowed by the darkness.
On a Friday morning, she received a call from the car dealership. Her car had been repaired.
After picking up her car, she was about to call Louis when she remembered the blazer.
She had promised to send it to him once it was properly cleaned.
After some thought, she dialed the number and first informed him that the car was ready. When sending the bill for the repairs, she added a somewhat forward question at the end: If I may ask, what are the height, weight, and measurements of your employee?
She asked for such specific details because she knew suits came as a set. If she only bought a similar blazer to replace the one she borrowed, it wouldn’t match his trousers. She didn’t want to inconvenience him after he had kindly lent her his clothes. So, she decided to buy an extra pair of suit trousers as well.
Jemima waited for quite some time, but Louis did not reply.
Perhaps he isn’t quite sure either and has to ask his employee directly.
She didn’t give it much thought.
When she reached the next intersection while driving, she received a call from the finance manager. He wanted to cross- check some data with her.
The wound on her forehead had mostly healed, so she turned around and headed to the office.
Jemima had taken so many days off that the moment she showed up at the project department, her subordinatest immediately rushed over to express their concern.
She hadn’t yet informed them about her resignation, and honestly, she felt quite sorry about it. With her departure, they would have to adjust to a new boss.
After visiting the finance manager, Jemima spent the rest of her time tackling the backlog of work in her office. She was so engrossed that it was only in the afternoon that she managed to draft her resignation letter. She planned to hand it over to Julius before leaving for the day.
Before it was time to clock out, she overheard something nauseating while getting water from the pantry.
“News came from the secretarial department that Nadine, the fourth daughter of the Goodwin family, started working at our company today. Mr. Stahl arranged for her to be in his office.”
“Are they getting married?”
“Have you forgotten that Ms. Willis is Mr. Stahl’s girlfriend? If they marry, what will become of Ms. Willis?”
The group fell silent, exchanging glances before collectively sighing. As they sipped their coffee, they murmured among themselves, condemning Narline for his shamelessness. They sympathized with Jemima, lamenting the cruelty she had endured, and criticized Julius for his heartlessness.
Jemima stood outside, listening quietly.
In the end, she returned to her office, clutching an empty cup. She sat in her chair, lost in thought for a while, before picking up the printed resignation letter and heading upstairs.
The sooner I resign, the sooner I can move on
Chapter 8 People Are Slaves To Their Emotions
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She went upstairs.
Before she could even reach the CEO’s office. Roman rushed over to stop her, a look of anxiety on his face. “Ms. Willis, Mr. Stahl is in a meeting right now. It’s not a good time.”
Jemima gave a simple nod, understanding clearly, and turned to leave. Just as Ronan began to relax, she unexpectrally pivoted with graceful yet swift steps, grasped the doorknob, twisted it open, and pushed with all her might.
Sometimes, Jemima found herself quite annoying.
She wondered why she should be upset with a man she had already decided to let go of. She questioned why she insisted on making herself miserable just for another round of distaste. Yet, ultimately, people are slaves to their emotions, and sometimes they just can’t help it.
A shriek echoed through the office.
Nadine, clad only in a bath towel, was sprawled across Julius‘ back. The loud noise of the door being pushed open gave her quite a fright.
The smile on Julius‘ face froze.
Ronan looked as if he was on the verge of a breakdown, covering his eyes and not daring to look inside. “Ms. Willis… you see, Ms. Goodwin was sweating after moving some files earlier, so… she took a shower. I was afraid you might misunderstand, so
…
Jemima gave Ronan a quick glance, her beautiful eyes filled with a mix of sympathy and regret. “Mr. Haddaway, you were such a promising student from a top school, but you’re quickly turning into a pimp.
Having said that, she withdrew her gaze and walked inside.
“Jemima, what’s with the veiled insults? Just because you’re a manager, you think you can barge into the CEO’s office? Don’t bother coming in tomorrow. You’re fired!” Nadine stood up straight, berating her with an air of authority.
Jemima walked up to the desk, placing her resignation letter down with a nonchalant air. “Ive already told you I’m resigning. I’ve got a lot to prepare for my upcoming trip, so I won’t be coming to the office starting tomorrow. But I’ll make time to come back and ensure a smooth transition of my work.”
Julius found it somewhat difficult to meet her gaze. “Up to you.”
“All right.” Jemima lifted her gaze to Nadine, then back to Julius. “So, you two can carry on with your meeting”
Pulling back her scornful gaze, she turned and walked away.
She had barely taken two steps out when she heard Nadine’s shrill voice from behind. “Whether we carry on or not is none of your business, Jemima, Who do you think you are? Julius stopped loving you a long time ago. He loves me now. We’ve spent so many nights-
“Don’t say another word!” Julius snapped.
Jemima took a deep breath and turned around stiffly. “Let her speak. I want to hear just how shameless the daughter of the Goodwin family can be,” she said, lifting her gaze to Nadine. “Whether he loves me or not, you’re still the other woman. If I can push this door open, it proves that I can nail you guys forever to the pillar of shame for sc*mbags and slts, understand?”
“How dare you call me a si’t!”
Enraged, Nadine stormed toward Jemima.
Without hesitation, Jemima slapped her across the face. As Nadine tried to retaliate, Jemima yanked the bath towel off her and shoved her to the ground, holding her head down.
Before she could strike again, a strong force suddenly yanked her away.
She lost her footing and stumbled backward, her lower back colliding forcefully with the sharp corner of a table. The pain was so intense that it left her in a cold sweat, unable to utter a sound.
