"Joanna, your family matters have nothing to do with me. I get one day off a week. I have no obligation to come in today."
I hung up.
She called again.
And again.
When she realized I was serious, she sent a barrage of texts.
*[Rose Floyd, I am so disappointed in you.]*
*[You watched Haohhao grow up. I didn't expect you to be so cold-hearted when he's sick!]*
*[Blake was even talking about signing a share-gifting agreement for you and raising your bonus. You're freezing us out.]*
I didn't reply to a single one.
Then I saw her post on social media. A public condemnation.
*[These days, sincerity is never returned. My son is sick. I asked Ms. Floyd to come check the data, and she ignored me. I gave her a job, paid for her travel to learn, and gave her a raise. My son even calls her "Auntie," but in the end, she has no heart.]*
She attached screenshots of our chat.
Below the post, a mob of commenters cursed me for having no conscience.
*[Talk about biting the hand that feeds you. Once her wings hardened, she stopped caring about the people who helped her.]*
*[What an ingrate. Watch out, OP—after she resigns, she'll probably try to expose your company and bite back.]*