"Kurai, we couldn't get in touch with you the day before yesterday or yesterday, right?"
The moment my dreamy two-day break ended, I was immediately grilled by my boss first thing in the morning.
"It was a mess, you know? Tons of bugs came up."
It was technically paid leave, so I didn't see why I was being blamed—and to be honest, it wasn't even my area of responsibility.
(Sorry.)
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a colleague silently mouthing an apology, looking pitiful. But honestly? I just sighed inwardly, thinking, I really don't care.
I had forgotten my work phone in my room and only brought my personal phone with me, which is why they couldn't reach me.
And of course, it just so happened that during this busy time, a client suddenly moved up a deadline, and I wasn't around—making me the perfect scapegoat, apparently.
As for me...
What the hell is this woman barking about? That's all I could think.
she was my direct supervisor and we'd worked together a long time, but I never once felt loyalty or gratitude toward her.
Maybe a year ago—or even as recently as three days ago—I would've taken this hard.
(Is it really okay for me to think this way? I mean, I just spent an amazing time with a guy. I'm about to lose my virginity, I'm officially married, I'm a winner now, aren't I?)
"You're just lugging around those oversized things in the way."
...Huh? Did she just say something?
That one really rubbed me the wrong way.
'I think they're pretty great, actually. At least, I love them,' came the memory of those sweet words from Hisui over the past couple of days.
The contrast in tone is wild.
I nearly laughed—couldn't let it show, of course, and definitely wasn't about to explain. That's going with me to the grave.
"Quit grinning. You should get surgery to shrink those useless things. Probably the reason you keep mistyping on the keyboard."
Right, this woman's totally flat-chested.
Maybe that's why she thinks being flat is more convenient. Typical thinking for someone who doesn't attract much attention anyway.
"Don't worry. You're totally replaceable. We'll cover for you while you're getting surgery."
Even though we barely hired any fresh grads this year, huh?
And just like that...
Snap.
Something inside me just broke.
"I quit."
"Huh?!"
I smiled sweetly, pulled my phone out of my pocket—already recording—and held it up for my boss to see.
"Also, I'll be stopping by HR. I'm using up all my paid leave. Thanks in advance."
The red in her face slowly drained to white.
What a sight.
I was completely untouchable at that point.
Wives' Group Chat
Yozora: "Sorry, I quit my job. Starting the job hunt. But I'll still send money, don't worry."
Sure, there was a lot I probably should've explained. Maybe not what they wanted to hear, but as a working adult, proper communication matters.
Yata: "What kind of job was it again?"
Yozora: "I did network stuff, app development, coding and all that."
Misago: "Then why not come work with us?"
Tsugumi: "We were just saying we needed someone to handle the website and networking!"
Yata: "We won't treat you badly, promise~"
Yozora: "Just one question: what are the conditions?"
Yata: "Room and board guaranteed. And, well, bonus: Hisui lives under the same roof. If you both agree, you've got unlimited harassment privileges during downtime."
Tsugumi: "So the 'bonus' is the main perk?"
Suzume: "It's like those overpriced premium gum packs with a ridiculous 'bonus' toy—except the bonus is the only thing that matters."
A terrible metaphor. But painfully accurate. Some people go wild and throw money at that kind of thing for just a taste of that "bonus."
Yozora: "Thank you very much! Looking forward to it!"
There was no escape.
Misago: "Great! Welcome aboard♪"
And just like that, my new job was decided in a flash, with a lighthearted tone.
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