the company.
No way would I sign the resignation.
“I’m sorry, sir, it’s none of my business, but she was a perfect employee. What are you going to do?” the manager asked.
“Just get out,” I said angrily.
I hated when people acted against my expectations, and I wasn’t going to let Elle go. Not now when I wanted to take her in my arms and…
Someone knocked at the door.
“I’m sorry…”
There was another manager with another urgent case. I had a lot of work to do.
So Elle had to wait.
Chapter 2
In the evening, when almost everyone except for Elle and me was gone, she knocked at the door of my office.
“Yes?” I said.
She came in.
“Did you have a chance to look through my resignation?” she asked in a calm manner.
“I did,” I nodded, going to say a definite “no”.
“Well, you see…” Elle paused.
“I want to take it back.”
“Why so?” I smiled.
“It was a hasty decision.”
“Really?”
“Well, I have some financial difficulties now…”
She cast her eyes down.
Gotcha! She finally felt she was at my mercy. That was what I needed!
“Are you sure? I was about to sign it… You’ve been working here for just a week, and I can’t say I’m totally satisfied with your effort,” I said with an arrogant smile.
She was mine.
“Please!” she looked in my eyes, desperate and sweet.
“I really need this job now.”
“Now? So you didn’t need it in the morning?”
“I got an email after lunch…”
“Oh well, you read your personal emails at work!” I went on mocking.
“Simon, I really ask you not to sign this paper,” Elle pleaded.
“I’m in a terrible situation.”
“So what made you decide to quit?” I asked, playing with her resignation.
She didn’t answer.
“Nothing?” I suggested.
Elle didn’t move.
“Just tell me the truth.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“I promise not to sign it!” I tore the paper into pieces.
“See? Now tell me.”
Elle was quiet for a moment, and then she said:
“You’re unbearable! Rude, arrogant…”
“Wow, wow!” I raised my hands as if surrendering.
“So much hatred! Why?”
“Because you don’t respect anyone! You think we are all your slaves!” Elle turned red in the face.
“You treat women like dirt!”
“Really?” I smiled.
“What made you think so? I respect women.”
“No, you don’t. You feel up Kelly, Monique, Jenna, and me. All the time. Like we are your toys! And some of us have boyfriends!”
“Some of you?” I laughed.
“Tell me more. Do you have a boyfriend?”
“It has nothing to do with what I’m trying to tell you!” Elle exploded.
“So you don’t. Have you ever had?”
I was calm and reserved yet deep down I was delighted. I enjoyed teasing this little cutie who was obviously a virgin.
“Stop it!” she cried.
“Just try to be more of a gentleman!”
“Should I?” I asked as if considering her suggestion.
“I can try.”
“Do so, please!”
Elle was in an emotional turmoil, I could clearly see it. She was annoyed, embarrassed and despaired. I, on the contrary, was calm and composed, and she hated it, I knew.
I looked at my wristwatch.
“It’s quite late. Do you want me to take you home?”
She blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I’m trying to be a gentleman. You told me I lack some manners. Let’s see if I can please you.”
“Wait, Simon, this is not what I meant…”
“This is what you meant. I’ll be courteous and polite all this week, and you’ll see how nice I can be. Deal?”
“Are you playing with me again?”
“Of course. But you’ll like it,” I smiled.
“Or maybe you’ll hate it? Maybe you’ll regret that I tore your resignation?”
Elle sighed.
“I’m sorry, boss. I shouldn’t have been so…”
“…frank? Oh, come on. I love it.”
I stood up, took Elle by her hand, and led her out.
“Let’s have dinner first. Nasty bosses never ask their