Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 37

MIA

“What do you mean I’m fired?”

My supervisor stares at me and prattles on about one week of severance and how I need to clear out

my desk by the end of the day.

“Why is this happening?” I ask her.

"It's an order from the superiors. You'll be given compensation for the dismissal, but you'll never be

employed here again."

I’m in shock.

Several people who attended the reunion party at the club lost their jobs this week too. Maria told me

something about Greg Anders business filing for bankruptcy.

Right now… I can only worry about myself.

My family called in every favor and spent thousands on my education to get me the job in the Urban

Management Bureau. It’s a government position with exceptional benefits and retirement.

What’s worse, I’ve been on a series of dates and blind dates, and my job is an advantage. I’ve been

elevated by the political position that the Bureau afforded me. If one of those guys catches wind that

I’ve been fired… I can kiss my chances with them goodbye.

Oh my god, how am I going to tell my family? They’ll be devastated.

I call Maria. She’s my best friend and she knows so many influential people. Surely she can help me.

But she won’t take my calls.

I hear from another friend that her family’s house is now in foreclosure. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

It’s another three days before more evidence comes to light.

The bank loan that had originally been agreed upon for Maria’s family was suddenly rejected, and the

family's capital flow is gone.

One of my coworkers from the Management Bureau finally hears some gossip and secretly tells me I

was let go because of a ‘misuse of power.’

The only thing I can think of was asking Grace to send the document. However, on this matter, Maria

was the true mastermind!

I try to confront Maria again, and she finally takes my call. But when I bring up the situation with Grace,

she blames me.

”I didn't force you to do it, Mia. You wanted to see Grace get humiliated, that's why you were willing to

agree. At most, I just gave you an idea. It's your own doing. It has nothing to do with me.

That bitch!

I don’t bother to argue. I just hang up.

Think! I need to think.

My parents try calling in favors with the mayor and some councilmen. But even that hits a dead wall.

One of them, who had had a good relationship with my parents for many years says, "Who on earth did

your daughter offend? The backing of that person seems to be very strong. I heard from the director of

the Urban Management Bureau that in the future, your daughter will find it difficult to find an ordinary

job, let alone this kind of secure one."

I’m so confused. What big shot could they be talking about? In my usual work and life, I don’t come into

contact with any!

The reunion gathering comes to mind. Because what had happened with Greg is pretty hard to forget.

And Jason had been furious to have his dinner disturbed by the commotion they’d been causing with

Grace.

Wait.

Could it be... that the big shot behind Grace was Jason Reed?

This idea flashes through my mind, but I immediately shoot it down.

Grace had crushed Jason's fiancée, Jennifer, in a drunk driving accident. The Stevens family, the Reed

family, hell, the most prominent families in connection to them had all wanted her head on a platter.

So who else could be supporting Grace?

Grace was only a sanitation worker—and a convict. Was it even possible? Or had my parents received

bad information?

Nonetheless, after thinking about it for a while, it seems that the only person I had offended is Grace.

So I seek her out the next day.

I don’t expect a warm reception, but she’s downright icy.

“Look,” I tell her ”…I’m really sorry for that day. It was Maria's idea to ask you to come to the reunion,

so I asked you to send me the documents. Since then, I've been regretting it. It's all my fault that you

suffered such an insult. I'm sorry."

Grace’s expression is haughty. Like she doesn’t believe a word of what I’ve said.

"Grace, can you forgive me?”

She continues sweeping, never once breaking rhythm and the swoosh, swish, swoosh of the bristles

against he pavement is grating on my nerves. "Why should I forgive you?” she asks calmly.

“Huh? I... I've already admitted my mistake. Won't you forgive me?"

"It's normal for you to ask me to send documents. There was nothing wrong with it. What exactly do

you need me to forgive you for?”

I’m dumbfounded. What... what am I supposed to say? That I wanted to see Grace get humiliated and

make a fool of herself, and that’s why I set her up to deliver the document?

"But I... I made you lose face in front of everyone, and even Greg..."

"That's what they did. It had nothing to do with you, right?"