The only veteran who stood up for me was fired the next day.
He was late for work and didn't have time to clock in.
But he, who had stayed up all night to entertain clients the night before, gave me a heads-up in advance in the morning.
Gavin was slapping him in the face.
It was also a slap in my face.
When this matter was revealed on Eileen's account, she changed the whole storyline.
She became a poor female employee who had almost been sexually harassed, and a bossy president rescued her.
Gavin had become a hero.
However, the veteran was overwhelmed by public opinion and thus lived in shame.
He couldn't survive in this industry, so he could only change his track and made a living with difficulty.
At this moment, abuse was all over the internet.
It was more and more rampant amid Gavin's silence.
I rubbed my swollen temples.
I felt a little regretful.
I shouldn't have deleted his phone number that early.
I could only send a message to Eileen.
"Tell Gavin that I want a divorce."
While pressing the send button, I was surprisingly calm.
I had once thought that I would never say anything like that.
When he came back, I was asleep on the lounge chair.
I was woken up by his kiss.
He reeked of alcohol.