Our Love Blew up Like Fireworks

After our company loses the eight-million-dollar deal, my girlfriend, Lindsey Corwell, gets mad at me for the first time ever. She goes as far as to heavily insult me in front of everyone in the company.

Once we get home at night, she retains her professionalism.

"There's no such thing as a romantic relationship between us when it comes to work. The fact that you screwed up still stands. This is your fault."

Meanwhile, Lindsey's junior, Gerald Whitaker, sends me an apologetic text.

"This is all my fault, Julian. I'm the one who screwed up the deal. Lindsey bought me a cupcake to comfort me. It's pretty delicious. Let me buy you a cupcake as well."

The next morning, Lindsey chucks the breakfast I've made for her into the trash can without hesitation.

"I told you many times that I don't eat breakfast!"

At work, my colleague, Joshua Miller, suddenly approaches me and begins sharing gossip with me.

"The newbie really is fearless, eh? He actually had the guts to start a conversation with Ms. Corwell and even bought her breakfast! Guess what happened after that? Not only did she eat it, but she also claimed that it was tasty!"

Oh, so that's how it goes, huh?

Whatever.

Anyway, the woman who keeps texting me is still trying to get me to switch lovers.

"If worse comes to worst, I don't mind being a side chick! C'mon, give me a try!"

I purse my lips in return.

"It's fine. You shall be my official girlfriend now."

Right after submitting my resignation to HR, I was summoned to Lindsey Corwell's office.

As soon as I walked in, a cup of coffee came flying at me. The impact felt like a sharp slap across my face. It stung.

On the side, the man sitting on the leather couch stared wide-eyed, looking deeply aggrieved.

"Ms. Corwell, please don't blame Julian. This is my fault. The failed contract deal was partly my responsibility. If anyone should leave, it should be me, not Julian."

Lindsey's fury was plain to see. She almost never revealed her emotions like this, yet it was for Gerald Whitaker again.

"Are you unhappy about my criticism yesterday? Is that why you went to HR to submit your resignation and pressure Gerald? You were his supervisor. When the contract fell through, the responsibility was yours. How could you push all the blame onto him?

"Do you know how people in the company see him now? They all think you couldn't tolerate him, the so-called troublemaking intern, and were forced to resign because of him. Go out there right now and clear things up."

I had thought she couldn't bear to lose me after seven years together. In reality, she only feared the company would turn on Gerald once I was gone.

Gerald pulled out a tissue and blew his nose, then casually tossed the crumpled, mucus-stained paper to the other end of the couch.

Lindsey frowned almost imperceptibly. Three seconds later,