I strongly disagreed with being called "strong-willed".
At work, my assertiveness reflected my abilities. I could manage these young employees and handle difficult clients.
In my personal life, if I were truly strong-willed, I wouldn't have let Connor treat me this way.
I picked up the resignation letter on my desk and a plastic bag before heading to the CEO's office.
Before I even knocked, I heard Katie's soft sobs.
I pushed the door open without hesitation and found Katie leaning against Connor, who was gently wiping her tears.
They quickly separated, and even Connor forgot to reprimand me for not knocking.
"Tara, I..." Katie stammered, unable to finish her sentence.
Connor asked her to leave first, afraid I might upset her.
She bit her lip and moved toward the door.
As she passed me, I handed her the plastic bag.
I said, "Ms. Ellis, next time you go to someone else's house, don't be so careless."
Katie blushed and stuttered, "Thank you, Tara. I'll be more careful."
Then she rushed out of the office.
Next time?
It was a blatant provocation. Yet people called her pure and innocent.
Men really didn't understand women.
"Tara..."