On Monday, at work, my boss subtly asked about my relationship with Fitzroy, hinting that I should work harder for the company.
I wearily dealt with him and returned to my desk, only to see the boss's daughter walk over in high heels, looking down on me as she said:
"What are you standing there for? Don't just stand there, make me some coffee!"
She was really upset with me.
That night, Fitzroy had dismissed her because of a low-level employee, embarrassing her deeply.
She made my life difficult all day.
The coffee was too hot, too cold, not bitter enough, not sweet enough, and with too little milk... Finally, she just threw the scalding coffee on me:
"Know your place!"
She sneered, "A nothing like you, daring to covet something that doesn't belong to you?
"Stay away from Fitzroy, or I won't be so polite!"
The coffee dripped down my hair.
It was humiliating, degrading, and all my coworkers were watching...
I closed my eyes, grabbed the cup of boiling water next to me, and poured it over her head.
"I'd love to see what you're going to do to me."
---
I had a fight with that rude princess.
She scratched my back, and I pinched her arm until it bruised. In the end, we both ended up in the police station.
The spoiled young lady had her boss come to pick her up. She threw herself into her father's arms, crying and acting spoiled, claiming her arm hurt. I calmly sat in the corner, closing my eyes to rest.
"What are you standing there for? Do you want to spend the night in the police station?"
I recognized the familiar, annoyed voice. It was Fitzroy.
He stood in front of me, his right hand draped over his suit jacket. He looked angry but was clearly trying to keep his temper in check, forcing a calm expression.
"Come with me. We'll talk about this outside."
"I don't know you."
I closed my eyes again. "I don't want to go with you."
He chuckled in exasperation. "So, you're planning to spend the night here?"
"It's none of your business!"
He fell silent for a moment, then suddenly scooped me up and began walking toward the door. "Don't cause trouble for the police in the middle of the night."
"We'll talk about this later. First, let's go to the hospital and get your wound treated."
"You—"
"This is the police station. If you scream harassment, the police will pin me down right away. Then you'll be stuck here with me for the night. You won't be able to escape me."
My cry for help was swallowed before it could escape.
I was both angry and aggrieved. The wound on my back throbbed, and I felt a deep sadness welling up inside me. I began to quietly sob.
The small, soft cries disappeared into the evening air, and Fitzroy didn't hear them. When he finally put me in the car and saw the tear stains on my face, he froze for a moment.
He gently wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes and whispered, "Don't cry. I'll help you take revenge."
"Why did you have to show up?" I sobbed.
"That spoiled young lady likes you. That banquet was set up just for you and her to meet."
"You embarrassed her at the banquet, and she couldn't come after you, so now she's coming after me."
"What bad luck I've had, just working with my measly salary and getting involved in your capitalist games."
"Now I've lost my job, my face is ruined, and I've been hurt."
"Are you cursed? Why is it that every time I run into you, nothing good ever happens?"
"Fitzroy, I hate you!"
---
Fitzroy froze for a moment, his hand still holding the tissue near my eyes.
His fingers hovered just inches from my face for a second before awkwardly pulling back.
He lowered his head and said softly, "I'm sorry for what happened."
"I'll help you get your revenge. I'll help you find a new job. I'll cover your mother's medical expenses..."
"Can you... not hate me?"
I didn't answer. I continued to sob quietly, wiping my tears with the back of my injured hand. Fitzroy didn't say anything more.
Only the sound of shallow breathing filled the car.
When we arrived at the hospital and I got out of the car, I heard Fitzroy's voice from behind, asking softly, "Since you regret it, can you come back to me?"
