I told her to come to the meeting room on the fourth floor at nine for a meeting, and she didn't get it again. Blinking her big, innocent eyes, she asked, "Nine in the evening is way too late, right? I get off work at five."
I gave a tight, fake smile. "Of course it's nine in the morning. Since when does this company make interns work night shifts? You've been here long enough, don't you know that by now?"
After hearing what I said, Linda glanced at her phone and practically jumped out of her chair. "But it's already twelve o'clock now. Why didn't you notify me earlier?"
I was already used to this kind of behavior from her, so I went on to tell her it was nine o'clock tomorrow morning.
I thought that would be the end of it, but she kept asking, "Which conference room is the meeting in?"
The second the words left her mouth, the already taut string in my head was stretched to its absolute breaking point. If murder weren't illegal, I would have strangled her on the spot.
I took a few deep breaths and said to her, "Forget it. It's not an important meeting anyway. Just mess around at your desk, no need to go."
I thought that I would wrap this up without a hitch, but unexpectedly, when the meeting was already underway a little past nine the next morning, Linda burst in suddenly. She looked at me with tear-filled eyes and said, "Maria, I really want to learn something during my internship. Please stop targeting me, okay?"
As soon as she said that, everyone in the room was stunned.
At that moment, Samuel, who was my boyfriend, also stood up to call me out. "Maria told me she didn't want to mentor interns at all, and she'd already accepted an offer from another company. She's getting ready to bail soon."
Everyone in the company knew I was dating Samuel, so his words obviously carried more weight. The boss was already annoyed at the meeting being interrupted, and he was furious enough to fire me right then and there.
It was only then that I learned Samuel had been secretly seeing Linda behind my back. Reeling from the double blow of a career setback and heartbreak, I was disoriented, but I knew exactly who had ruined my life so thoroughly.
Crushed under the weight of the humiliation, I fell into depression and hanged myself right at the entrance of the company.
This time, I will never die such a humiliating, cowardly death. Now that I've gotten rid of the huge headache that is Linda, if Samuel wants her so badly, I'll just take the opportunity to give him exactly what he wants.
I sent Samuel a sticker in reply, then turned off my phone.
That evening, when Samuel and I were having dinner together, I brought it up offhand. "My intern is pretty hardworking. How's your little protégée working out?"
Samuel laughed, amused and carefree. "Her? She seems a bit silly. I asked her for a phone charger, and she actually asked what I needed a charger for. Isn't that hilarious?"
Go ahead and laugh all you want now—you'll have plenty to cry about later.
I played along and laughed a couple of times. "Yeah, that makes sense. She probably just hasn't adjusted to being new here. If you spend a bit more time showing her the ropes, she'll get up to speed in no time, I'm sure."
Completely oblivious to what was coming, Samuel nodded in agreement. "She's really hardworking, though. She's been asking all kinds of questions ever since she started. I think she'll be fine once I show her the ropes a bit."
I didn't say anything, and went back to my meal.