The next day, I washed and got ready to go out to work.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw a bunch of bright roses on the floor.
I frowned and kicked them aside.
Looking up, I met Everett's displeased gaze.
He was dressed in a suit and his hair was neatly groomed.
He was holding a packed breakfast.
He asked, "Aren't roses your favorite?"
"But I don't like what you gave me." I responded calmly, "How did you find this place?"
He frowned and said, "I found it based on your takeout address."
With that, I recalled using his phone to order food before.
At that time, he teased me for my junk food habits.
I glanced at him indifferently and walked past him towards the elevator.
Everett picked up the rose and followed.
"When are you moving back?"
At the last second before the elevator closed, he rushed in and asked impatiently.
I looked at him coldly, "That's not my home. Why would I go back there?"
"Everett, remember we're over."
"Are you upset I promoted Sydney to assistant manager?" He stared at me and softened his tone, "As long as you don't make trouble with me, I will promote you later. She is just gaining experience in this position, and she won't stay for long."
His words felt like a cruel joke.
My efforts were far less valuable than a word from others.
It was as if everything I worked hard for was a joke to him.
I met his gaze and said calmly, "I don't need anything from you."
Not the job, not the ring.
Not even Everett.
