I just asked him to help me carry my bag, and he told me to get lost..."
It was the same old trick again.
I was fed up and no longer hoped that she would say anything to help me.
As expected, Clara's first reaction was to blame me. "Javier, you knew that Jackson's assistant had asked for leave, and he injured his arm. How much would it hurt you to help him with the bag? Would it cost you a piece of flesh?
You're so lacking in empathy. How will you handle things at the company in the future? Who would want to deal with you?"
The endless barrage of accusations only made my headache worse.
"That's enough!
I already resigned!"
She wanted me to sympathize with Jackson. Then who'd sympathize with me?
Suddenly, Clara was stunned.
"Clara is famous for her good temper. Who wouldn't want to be her assistant? But you actually resigned. You really don't know how blessed you are," Jackson scolded me.
Blessed?
Why didn't I feel it?
Was it a blessing that anyone in the company could order me around?
Was it a blessing to be angry every day?
Forget it!
Frowned, Clara clenched her fists and said, "Don't regret it."
She was angry, clearly blaming me for not discussing it with her and accusing me of causing trouble.