Suddenly, everyone's gaze fell on me.
Since the previous department manager resigned, I had been in charge of department affairs.
Everyone had already confirmed that choosing a department manager would be a sure thing for me.
Fionna brought Jeremiah into the company group in front of everyone.
The two of them said something in the group one after another.
Anyone who was not blind could tell that their profile pictures were of a couple.
Throughout the morning, everyone in the company was busy gossiping.
I was going to quit my job and go back to inherit the family business anyway, so I did not care if the position that should have belonged to me was taken away.
After sending my resignation letter to the HR Department via email, I took a rare break and went to the pantry to make myself a cup of honey grapefruit tea.
Just as I took a few sips, Jeremiah also came to the pantry.
He brewed a cup of coffee and sat next to me with a victorious posture.
"Arthur, I know that you have been Fionna's secret lover for five years, but I am her real boyfriend. Now that I am back, you, an outsider, should leave wisely. As long as you keep your mouth shut like before, I won't trouble you again."
As he spoke, he played a voice message. It was from the little girl who was trying to win his favor yesterday.
"Sir, did I do a great job? Don't forget the Elsa Princess outfit you promised me, okay?"
I said, how could it be so coincidental.
Looking at his malicious gaze, my intuition told me that I should leave immediately.
But he snatched the teacup from my hand and poured the tea on his face. He then smashed the teacup hard on my foot, shattering into pieces.
The grapefruit tea, which had long gone cold, slid down his face. His wet clothes and messy hair made him look so pitiful.
This bastard was really mean to me.
He blocked me from leaving and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Arthur, what are you doing? Why are you treating me like this?"
Hearing his shouting, colleagues ran over the source of sound.
He did not forget to pour his coffee on his chest as well and then rubbed his neck until it turned red.
I could not stand it anymore and punched him hard.
Hearing the commotion, Fionna rushed over and saw me, unscathed, beating Jeremiah in a disheveled state.
Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped me.
"Arthur! If you don't want to do this job anymore, get out of here!"
She, who was particularly angry, forcefully pushed me away and immediately helped Jeremiah to the office.
I staggered back and my lower back hit the edge of the table. It hurt so much that I almost cried.
The HR Manager, who was originally hesitant about approving my resignation report, immediately signed it.
Fionna, who was coaxing Jeremiah, did not even read the document and directly approved my resignation.
The Finance Department took advantage of the situation and immediately settled my salary to please Jeremiah, the future "boss' husband".
I still had a lot of customer information that needed to be handed over, so I moved it into a folder and prepared to send it to Fionna.
Unexpectedly, my email address of the company had been deleted.
The only one who had the right to delete the account of a departed employee was Fionna.
I sent the breakup message to her phone, but found out that she even blocked my phone number and WhatsApp.
I left the company with a clear mind, went back to clean up all traces of myself and headed straight to the airport.
