"Oh my god! Can you believe how shameless she is? Thank God, Sir Oliver caught her now. If he'd actually married her, he'd be broke by next year!"
I didn't bother defending myself.
Instead, I calmly pulled up the group meal order on my phone and said, "I'll say it one more time. I only spent $29.90 using your card. That's it. If you're planning to squeeze me for the rest, dream on."
Then I glanced back at Oliver and added, "As for this crappy job? You can keep it."
His eyes flickered, as if he was about to speak, but I cut him off.
"Oliver, consider this me firing you," I said. "And as for my half-month salary? Think of it as a parting gift. It might be enough to cover a couple of takeout meals. It'll certainly come in handy when your company goes under in a few days."
I took a screenshot of the meal order and promptly posted it in the company's group chat. After that, I quickly left the chat, slung my bag over my shoulder, and headed for the door.
Seeing me ignore him, Oliver lunged and grabbed my wrist.
"Therese! You're not getting away that easy," he growled. "You're not off the hook until you pay every single cent!"
I removed his hand and looked at him with a blank stare.