Your Company, Not My Life (by Cutie Kitty) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

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Derrick stiffened.

Molly’s eyes lit up, a smug smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. She wiped it off fast, but I caught it.

She put on her sweet voice. “Yara, that’s a bit much. After all, you two-”

“Enough, Molly. Wait outside,” Derrick cut in, voice flat.

She swallowed her words, threw in some fake-soft line about staying calm, then strutted off downstairs

like she’d won.

As soon as she was gone, Derrick’s glare snapped back to me. “You’re out of line. I already agreed to marry you-what more do you want?

“Take back what you said. I’m not signing that resignation. Tear it up, and I’ll act like none of this happened.”

The confidence in his voice was almost funny.

Sad, even.

I knew exactly how he got like this-and I had no one to blame but myself.

This was just another rerun. Derrick always gave me an out, and I always took it-played along like we still had something real.

I thought keeping the peace would save what was left. But all it did was teach him he could keep pushing.

He hung on Molly’s every move and barely noticed me anymore. And he still hadn’t realized he’d already signed off on my resignation.

I gave a quiet laugh, holding the form up. “You already signed it. Everything’s done-procedures, handover. I can leave today.”

He didn’t flinch at first. But the second he saw his own signature, his face changed. “You forged this?”

I laughed. “You signed it yourself.”

“No way. I don’t remember signing this! You know forging a signature’s a crime, right? I could call the cops.

He pulled out his phone, pretending to dial.

Classic Derrick. Anytime things exploded-usually over Molly-he’d play the cop card. Thought he could

scare me with it.

Thought I’d still be scared.

Back when Vantrel was still shaky, I kept the cops out to protect the company’s image. And yeah, back then,

I still loved him. I didn’t want us crashing over something like this, so I always backed down.

But now?

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I was done. We were done. There was nothing left to protect.

“Go ahead,” I said. “Call them.”

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