"It's all yours!" She left the keys on the table and, with a swing of her suitcase, headed out the door to catch a taxi.
She said, "Sir, end number 8210, Orchard Apartment." Watching the scenery blur past outside the window, Ivana breathed in the scent of freedom.
Ernest called her again, spoiling the mood, though it didn't matter. She only had ten days left to endure.
"Gaining some guts now, huh? You got discharged and didn't even tell me?" His voice was icy, the words forced through gritted teeth.
"I wish you and Sydney happiness." This time, Ivana said it with an incredible calm.
"That's enough! I've already called you, haven't I? If you keep acting like this, don't blame me for what happens! You know my temper!"
Ivana found herself speechless, "If you don't want to hear me speak, you can hang up, you know."
"Ivana!" he yelled.
"Ah, don't yell at her again. Speak nicely," Sydney's sickly sweet voice interrupted as usual. "Hello? Ivana, it's me, Sydney."
Ivana just said, "Oh."
Sydney invited her, "Three days from now, it's my birthday. I don't have many friends here and Ernest booked the entire Nolen Bar. Can you come? We'll celebrate together, okay?"