He knew that I was most susceptible to his submissive attitude like a puppy and wanted me to apologize on my own initiative.
But I just put my hands behind my back.
Marcell's face froze and he looked at me with a look of reproach as he yelled, “I already told her that I was only going to accompany her back to deal with her parents, but you insisted on making a scene and not going to the company.
“There is a big customer who wants to discuss cooperation, I wasn't in the company and you weren't either, so the company directly picked me up! Do you know how much money I lost?”
I sneered. So, it was the reason why he came to me. It turned out that there was a problem in the company.
But based on his tone, as if he was saying, it was all my fault that he lost the cooperation that time.
I took out the equity division document that I had written long ago and explained, “You, the chairman, are not there and you still want me, an employee, to be there?
“What's more, we are going to break up soon, so we should divide the equity and do business impartially from now on.”
Marcell stared at me, trying to find evidence that I was joking.
But I remained expressionless, with no room for maneuver.
At last, the realization dawned on him, if I was serious about ending things.
Panic flickered across Marcell's face as he stammered, “Why would you break up with me out of nowhere? Didn’t you say you wanted to meet my parents? They’re waiting to have dinner with us tonight.
“They have known about us all along and they have always wanted to meet you,” he pressed, his voice rising in desperation. “Can’t you at least give them this courtesy?”
I looked at him, my tone ice-cold. “We have been together for eight years and you never introduced me to them. Now, at the end of it all, you want me to play along? Do you really not see how absurd that is?”
His expression hardened and anger flashing in his eyes as he gritted out, “Fine. You had better keep up this tough act. Don’t come crawling back to me.”
I kept my composure, calmly closing the door in his face, shutting him out for good.
That was the first time that Marcell was turned away by me.
He raised his hand in frustration, as though he was ready to break the door down, but his phone rang just in time. Without a second thought, he turned and left, abandoning his attempt to reach me.