Interview after interview, I hit walls. When I finally landed a position at a small private studio, she filed malicious reports against us.
In the end, every single one of my media credentials was revoked. Just like that, I became the industry pariah everyone loved to hate.
I couldn't be bothered to argue with her. In half a month, I'd be free of all this.
Grandma had promised to clear my name when the time came. What they thought of me no longer mattered.
I stared at her, expression blank, then let out a long breath and rolled over onto the bed.
"Do whatever you want."
She thought I was about to beat Noel like I used to. She tensed up, planting herself in front of him like a shield.
But when I simply turned my back and lay down, every trace of her panic evaporated.
After a long silence, she asked in disbelief, "You're... you're not angry?"
My voice was flat. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? For me to get along with him?"
She relaxed, a laugh escaping her. "You've finally learned. I knew you weren't that heartless. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
I didn't respond. I didn't look at her once, not even as they left.
A long time later, I pressed my hand to my chest.