Over time, Derrick’s interests shifted like weather.
But I only got more obsessed with my research.
Even during my years at Vantrel, stuck doing stuff totally unrelated to robotics, I kept up with it on the side. So jumping back in felt easy.
Derrick kept messaging me-like he still thought I’d cave. Still throwing me chances to come back.
I ignored them all.
Then he sent some photos-Molly’s reassignment notice.
He wrote: [I looked into it. I didn’t approve your resignation-Molly processed it by mistake. She didn’t realize it was from you. I’ve transferred her to logistics. She’ll never touch company operations again. You’ve made your point. Isn’t it time to stop?]
Not long after, Molly also sent me a long, dramatic apology.
At first glance, it looked sincere.
But it was an acrostic-each line spelled out subtle digs at me. Petty, obvious stuff.
No doubt Derrick told her to send it. Probably didn’t even read it before forwarding it along
Back then, even the smallest thing I said got twisted into an attack on Molly. Now she was straight-up insulting me, and he acted like he didn’t see it.
Obviously, Derrick had told her to send it.
I scoffed. Typical.
I deleted them both from my contacts. Felt like closing a door I should’ve slammed years ago.
I figured that was the end of it.
But that night, Derrick video-called me out of nowhere.


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