“You’re a jealous brat—that’s what you are. I’ve done nothing but support you, to the point where I even came to work for you. And the moment I got even the tiniest bit of attention, you lost your mind. If you were secure, if you weren’t dripping in self-doubt, then you would have realized I was never trying to hurt your career or compete with you. But you saw me—someone who loves you more than anything—as an enemy and turned this into a contest. That doesn’t only make you a fool; it makes you pathetic.” I released the pole, pushing my back against the wooden banister.
“You reached out to clear your conscience, not for any other reason, but you have a long way to go before you gain my forgiveness. I hope you think about what you’ve done and the way you’ve acted, and I hope for once in you
