Without waiting for her reply, I hung up and blocked her number.
Perhaps the threat had worked, because for the rest of the presentation, Mom didn’t cause a single disruption.
My boss and client were highly satisfied with my proposal, yet when the meeting ended, he still fined me 800 dollars for breaking meeting discipline.
He looked at me with seriousness and said, “This project was a great success. Your transfer to the Palmer headquarters can basically be finalized.”
My heart leapt with joy; this was the chance I had longed for, the opportunity to leave this family and begin a new life. But then his tone shifted.
“But you must first settle the matters at home.”
“This time I fined you 800, not because I truly wanted to, but to silence those who are eyeing your position.”
“If your family keeps causing trouble and it affects your work, next time I won’t be able to cover for you.”
Of course, I understood, and I quickly nodded. “I understand. I’ll definitely resolve this problem.”
Leaving the company, I exhaled a long, heavy breath. Although the project’s success gave me hope for freedom, the thought of the chaos at home still pressed heavily on my heart.