Chapter 2

I let out a cold laugh, staring at Tiffany.

"Are you sure about that?"

"If Mr. Harrison comes back and finds out you fired me, he might get angry."

I was trying to be helpful.

Headhunters had been offering me huge sums for ages, but I'd stayed out of loyalty to Mr. Harrison all these years.

My leaving wouldn't affect me one bit, but Tiffany? That was a different story.

Tiffany glared at me.

"Who do you think you are? Just a salesperson. I'm my boyfriend's future wife, the lady of this company."

"Let me tell you, as long as I'm around, you'll never get to seduce my husband!"

Hearing her say that, I just shook my head.

Well, if that's how it was going to be, then so be it.

I turned and walked out of the office. My colleagues outside had already heard our argument but didn't know what had happened, staring at me intently.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Marcus asked.

I efficiently started packing my things, a slight smile on my face.

"What's wrong? I got fired, that's what."

My colleagues' eyes widened. They looked at me in disbelief.

"Fired you? Is Tiffany out of her mind? Everyone knows you're Mr. Harrison's favorite! Isn't she afraid he'll break up with her?"

I shook my head, chuckling softly.

"I can't worry about that. It's her decision; she has to live with the consequences."

"Besides, I've been working so many years; I've been wanting a good long break."

I had long saved enough money to be financially independent, but I'd never taken a break or felt comfortable asking for one.

This was the perfect opportunity.

Marcus was fuming.

"No, seriously, why did she fire you? Did you offend her, Boss?"

I frowned, thinking back carefully.

"Maybe it was last time, when Mr. Harrison called me to talk about work, and I didn't answer her call. She probably thought I was having an affair with him."

"She's been looking for excuses to pick fights with me ever since."

Yesterday, Tiffany had posted a photo of herself and Mr. Harrison in the WhatsApp group. Everyone had replied with 'perfect match.'

I was the only one who'd seen it but didn't bother to reply.

That was probably the final straw.

"I should call Mr. Harrison right now. You're the backbone of this company; you can't just leave."

I shook my head, a light laugh escaping me.

"No, it's fine. Even if I were to come back, it would only be after Tiffany and Mr. Harrison break up. I really can't stand her behavior. We'll see about it later."

I finished packing my things and headed to the finance office to collect this month's salary.

Although I'd only worked ten days this month, I'd closed a three-million-dollar deal last month.

According to my contract, I was owed a $300,000 commission.

I informed Chloe, the finance girl, that I'd been fired and asked her to transfer my salary to my account.

Just then, Tiffany suddenly appeared at the office doorway, glaring at me.

"Riley, didn't I tell you to get out? What are you doing here?"

I gave her a bland look. She was gloating, smug and self-satisfied because she'd snagged a rich boyfriend. It was particularly nauseating to watch.

Seeing I didn't respond, Tiffany immediately got agitated, stepping forward and grabbing my clothes.

"Didn't you hear me talking to you? What are you doing in the finance office? These are important company documents! Get out now, or I'm calling the police!"

I frowned, forcefully shaking off Tiffany's hand.

"Let go!"

"I've resigned. Is there a problem with me collecting this month's salary? You should be grateful I'm not asking for compensation."

Tiffany glared at Chloe.

"How much is her salary?"

Chloe nervously answered.

"Three hundred thousand and five thousand dollars."

Tiffany's face immediately soured.

"How much?"

After Chloe repeated the amount, Tiffany pointed at me.

"You violated company policy by being late, so your entire salary for this month is docked."

I let out a cold laugh.

"Being late once means a $200 deduction. How did you calculate that? Did you even finish elementary school?"

Tiffany, however, looked at me with full confidence.

"I just set a new rule: three lates, and your entire month's salary is gone. Now get out!"