When he saw me actually swipe the card and pay the full penalty, Abraham closed the distance in a few strides and seized my wrist.
"Think carefully. If you walk out today, I will never give you another role. Ever."
His grip sent pain shooting up my arm. I wrenched free.
Abraham's smile turned even colder.
"I'm just worried that after dropping a hundred million, you won't be able to afford your next meal."
"Mr. Simmons doesn't need to worry about me."
I answered calmly, turned around, and walked out without looking back.
This time, he didn't follow.
The moment I stepped off set, I called my father.
"Dad, come pick me up."
When I got home, I didn't hesitate. I packed every piece of clothing into my suitcase.
My gaze drifted to the safe beside the closet.
My heart skipped half a beat.
Inside were all the gifts Abraham had given me over the years.
I let out a bitter laugh, opened the safe, and dumped everything inside into the trash.
Since I'd already decided to leave, there was no reason to keep any of it.
I grabbed my suitcase and was heading for the door when the man standing in my way stopped me cold.