I shook my head.
…
When we got off work, Cecilia pulled me aside. “Jessica, let’s go together. I’ll ride with you.”
“No. My tiny electric scooter can’t carry anyone.”
“Why are you so stingy? Do you know how fast your electric scooter can go during this rush hour?”
“I’m really not a generous person, so no rides from me.” With that, I shook her hand off and rushed toward my electric scooter, riding away. Cecilia was left stomping her feet in anger.
I wondered why Cecilia kept coming up to me.
…
The next morning, Cecilia sent me a text. [Jessica, bring me breakfast. The pancakes near your house are especially delicious.]
No way. She was so incredibly demanding! I would not let her have any opportunity to take advantage of me again in this life.
[Can’t, I’m busy!]
Cecilia’s phone call came immediately, but I did not answer it.
When I got to the office, the fuming Cecilia immediately berated me. “I’m hungry, Jessica! Where are my pancakes?”
I sneered, “I don’t owe you any favors, so stop ordering me around. Are you pregnant with my child?”
My loud, snappy response stunned her. A moment later, her eyes reddened. “Jessica, why do you say that? I would’ve bought it myself If you had told me you weren’t getting my breakfast.
“I have nothing to eat now. How will I get through the morning?”
My colleagues all looked at me when they heard that.
“Now you’re just going too far, Jessica,” said Stacey. “How can you bully a pregnant woman?”
I snorted and sent a screenshot of my chat thread with Cecilia to the group, tagging Cecilia. “I already told you that I wasn’t getting you breakfast. Why do you insist on blaming me?”
