How did I never realize before just how stupid Nicolas really was?
Back then, when Nicolas occasionally asked for gifts, he still managed to act somewhat reserved. Because of my high school memories of him—and since those things didn’t cost much—I rarely refused his requests.
Lately, though, he had gotten more and more out of hand.
Even without those eager netizens tagging me with screenshots of Nicolas’ posts, it was only a matter of time before I kicked him to the curb once my patience ran dry.
My phone chimed again. I glanced at it and realized Nicolas had posted something new using his burner account.
“Stupid man, cheap woman. I’m so pissed I could explode.”
A bunch of laughing comments followed, mocking him and sarcastically asking if everything in his life was falling apart.
Commendably, everyone honored the unspoken agreement and withheld the fact that I knew about his hidden account.
Nicolas must have been fuming because he kept ranting in the replies.
“Just wait until I get my hands on some money. I’ll teach her a lesson.”
“Women need to be put in their place. All of you too.”
“Ha, what’s so great about that Ford guy? Without his family’s money, you think he’d still look so high and mighty?”
I locked my phone and let out a cold laugh.
What a dreamer.
Tomorrow was the 29th. Once I was done dealing with him, I could head home for New Year’s Eve dinner right on schedule.
I booked a return flight for the evening of the 30th. At that moment, another message popped up.
I thought it was Nicolas again, but when I opened it, I realized it wasn’t. It was from my boss, Aaron.
“Are you free these days?”
Having just used him as an excuse, I felt a tiny pang of guilt, so I responded more eagerly than usual.
“I’ll be away for the next couple of days, but I’m free starting New Year’s Day. If there’s anything you need, just let me know!”
As I typed, I sighed.
Alas, capitalists.
All they ever did was to exploit workers.
Aaron had been such a sweet and obedient junior back in college.
Money clearly changed people.
Still, when I thought about my handsome salary, working a little over the holidays didn’t seem so bad.
Honestly, even if Aaron asked me to cook him a New Year’s Eve dinner, I’d have to show up with enthusiasm!
