I looked in the direction of the hand, only to see Yve's frighteningly cold face in the flickering light.
I felt as if I was deaf and could only see Yve's mouth moving silently.
Raymond was taken home.
I felt I was going to be unemployed soon.
I stood at the door of the club in the cold wind and muttered, "My money will be gone."
Marcia put her coat on me. She didn't understand what was going on and asked, "Why did something go wrong just because you asked to add him on WhatsApp for me?"
I watched the Bentley disappear from my sight, pointed ahead, and snapped, "The boy I was tutoring sneaked to this club and put his arm around my shoulders, which his elder brother happened to see."
I supposed Yve had probably even thought about the melodramatic plot of a soap opera to figure out why a tutor would get involved with her student.
"You lost your love, and I lost my money," said I to Marcia.
After tossing and turning all night, I finally received a message from Yve at seven in the morning.
"Are you free? Let's meet at the coffee shop down my company at 1 pm."
How nice Yve was. He would even inform me of my dismissal in a private room of a coffee shop.