You Belong to Me.

I resign.

His hands forcefully grip my waist, and he utters, "I want to get intimate with you."

Reacting swiftly, I pushed him away and delivered a resounding slap across his face. "Don't you dare try that again!" I asserted, my voice filled with anger.

"Olivia..." he began to say, but I cut him off.

"Enough!" I snapped. "I've had enough of your inappropriate behavior. Just stop it!"

"How dare you slap me?!" he retorts angrily, his perverted flirting turning into rage.

"If you touch me again, I swear to God, I'll do something worse."

"You're fired!" he declares, as if he has the power to dismiss me so easily.

This is his fault, and he needs to acknowledge that. I won't let him fire me like that.

"Absolutely not," I scoff, shaking my head. Pointing my finger at him, I let out a snicker. "If you think you can fire me, you're gravely mistaken. I'm resigning!"

"Get out!" he shouts, but I can't help but burst into laughter. I let it out maniacally, running my fingers through my disheveled hair.

"Listen, you do realize that I could report this to the police, right? You're a disgusting, low life, and a pervert who lacks sense or manners. I would not wish that your daughters get treated like this, but you will definitely rot in hell. That is a promise."

With one last glance at his face, filled with frustration and anger, I stormed out of the office. My day just keeps getting worse. As I stepped out of the elevator, I unexpectedly bumped into Ramona again.

The anger still lingering within me, I snapped, "Watch it."

"You bumped into me, fool," she retorted.

Letting out a sigh, I nodded my head and said, "Sorry."

"Whatever," she replied dismissively.

"You must be very happy right now."

Confused by my statement, she asked, "What do you mean?" She faced me, folding her hands, her eyes filled with disdain, as if I were some sort of worthless individual.

"You won't see me again," I stated, trying to convey my frustration.

"Do you plan on making me blind?" she stupidly responded.

I quickly realized the absurdity of her question.

She is daft.

No, of course not. If I had wanted to do that, I would have done it a year ago when I started working here.

I chuckled, shook my head, and said, "No."

"So, what exactly are you talking about?"

I can't believe how clueless she is.

"I resigned."

"Wow, that's great!" Ramona exclaims, her happiness evident on her face. "Are you leaving now?"

Classic Ramona. I expected nothing less.

"Yes," I nodded, a small smile forming on my lips. Stepping closer to her, I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Just because I'm leaving doesn't mean you're better or prettier than me."

I've been wanting to say that since last year. It feels satisfying to finally put her in her place.

She takes a step back, her joy fading as a glare replaces it. "What do you mean by that?"

A mischievous smirk appeared on my face, followed by a little giggle. "Did you really think I didn't know you were jealous of me? Come on, you weren't subtle about it." I tapped her shoulder twice. "Don't worry, Ramona, I'm out of your hair."

Sitting comfortably on my sofa, I indulged in a delicious bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream while scrolling through the extensive movie selection on Netflix.

As I savored a spoonful of creamy goodness, I stumbled upon a TV show called Surviving Summer and decided to give it a try.

My phone, lying beside me, suddenly lit up, catching my attention. Without much thought, I picked it up and tapped the answer icon, activating the loudspeaker.

"Yes?" I greeted, curious about the caller's request.

"Hey, are you up for some drinks?" It was Axel, one of my closest friends, his excitement evident in his voice.

Knowing Axel for eight years has given me insight into his every move.

"You won the case?" I asked, already aware of the answer.

"You seer, how did you know?" Axel playfully exclaimed, unaware of my knowing smile.

Taking another spoonful of ice cream, I nonchalantly replied, "I just do. Congratulations."

"Thank you, peach. So, are you joining me for drinks, or will you be shoving your mouth with dairy all night?" Axel teased, prompting a laugh from me as I adjusted my position on the couch.

"And you say I'm the witch." Pausing briefly to enjoy another bite of ice cream, "I quit my job, Axel," I said, the words hanging in the air.

Axel let out a shocked gasp. "Finally? I've been telling you forever to do that. What made you finally take the leap?"

"He touched me," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of anger and relief.

"That bastard. How dare he?" Axel's voice was filled with righteous anger.

"Well, luckily, that's over now. It's just that I'm jobless," I sighed.

"You'll find another job soon, I know it," Axel assured me softly.

"So, that means no drinks?" He asked, a tinge of disappointment in his voice.

"Nope. I want to sulk with my ice cream,"

He chuckled. "Sure, take your time."

I pouted sadly. "Why are you laughing?"

"Are you pouting?" Axel asked, trying to stifle his laughter. He was clearly enjoying making fun of me. "Sorry, peach. Good night, love you."

"Right. Good night, love you too," I replied.

As soon as I hung up, I dropped my phone on the sofa before walking to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine.

Sulking isn't complete without ice cream and wine.

As I opened the cupboard above my head, I retrieved a bottle of red wine and placed it on the kitchen island. I also grabbed a glass and added some ice cubes before making my way back to the living room.

The wine coated my tongue, and I savored its sweetness with a moan of pleasure. The soft and sweet red wine perfectly complemented the ice cream.

After a few minutes, I heard a gentle knock on my door. Yawning, I glanced at the clock on the wall—it was 9:34 PM in the evening.

Who could that be at this hour? Axel? Felicity? Emilia?