When the elevator display hit B1, I pulled out my phone and called Agatha.

"I'm taking the morning off today."

"Reason?"

"Buying a car."

"Did you tell Abraham?"

"No need."

By the time the call ended, I was already in a cab headed to the dealership.

Look at the cars, test drive, sign the contract, pay, pick it up.

It was all settled in under half a day.

When I pressed the key and my car gave its little chirp, it still didn't feel real.

Only then did Abraham think to call me.

I answered.

"Winona! Buying a car is a big deal. You didn't talk to me about it first?"

"I used my own money."

"That's not what I meant. Do you even know how to pick one? Come back now. When I have time, I'll go with you."

"You've been saying that for two years."

"And I still took the subway for two years."

He went quiet.

After I parked at the office, Abraham was waiting in the lot.

"You drove back by yourself? How long has it been since you drove? Do you know how dangerous that is?"

Watching him act like he was so worried about me, I almost laughed out loud.

When the storm flooded rainwater into the subway station and I walked a mile home, he wasn't worried.

When I sprained my ankle and limped to catch the subway every day, he wasn't worried.

When I worked past midnight and took a cab home alone, he wasn't worried.

Now that I had my own car, suddenly he was worried about my safety.

"Abraham, I hired an instructor. A few laps and I had it down."

He paused.

In the past, when he'd criticized me, I would've fired right back.

I'd have stayed up half the night dragging him into an argument over who was right.

But now I answered as calmly as if he'd asked what I ate today.

His face darkened further.

"Winona, you... you seem a little different."

A delivery guy cut off what I was about to say.

Abraham stepped over quickly to take it.

"Agatha didn't eat lunch. Took me forever to coax her into at least having a milk tea. Kids these days."

He shook his head, indulgent, helpless.

"Not like back in our day..."

I finished it for him. "Not like back in our day, when we couldn't even bring ourselves to buy a single milk tea."

His smile froze on his lips.

This time my steps didn't slow. I walked straight to the office.

At four in the afternoon, I was in the middle of the handover with Agatha.

Abraham brought over two milk teas.

I frowned.

Eight years. This was the first time he'd ever set something down on my desk.

I knew it was only because Agatha got it too.

She threw herself at him in delight and hugged him.

Abraham caught her on instinct, then pushed her off the moment he met my eyes.

"I was just afraid you... you two wouldn't have time for dinner."

Agatha took a sip, grinning, and let out a satisfied sigh. "Thanks, Abraham! You're the most thoughtful!"

"With you covering all three of my meals, I'm saving on my whole food budget!"

Abraham saw I hadn't moved and asked, "Why aren't you drinking it? Try what the young people are into."

I pushed it away.

"No thanks, Mr. Delgado. I'm off sugar lately. I don't drink sweet stuff."

His face soured. He glanced around, and only when he saw no one was near did he drop his voice. "This is exactly why I don't like getting you things. Zero emotional payoff."

"Have you ever gotten me anything?" I asked.

His throat bobbed twice. He left me with a line, "I get you a milk tea and even that's a problem," and walked off.

I'd thought the handover would go fast, that I could get my resignation processed early too.

But Agatha was far more difficult than I'd imagined.

I sorted all the clients by industry standard and packaged every design draft with its corresponding post-production files.

She said:

"Your file formatting is a mess. I can't make sense of it."

"And you only have digital copies. What happens if they get lost someday? I want you to handwrite the source and the client contact information for every single project right now."

After more than ten days of this, with nothing ever satisfying her, I slammed my hand on the desk.

Abraham, who had been playing deaf and mute through all of it, called us both into his office at once.

"Winona, what's all the shouting about?"

"Agatha is the design director. You do whatever she tells you to do. The day Director Mason is satisfied is the day I sign your resignation request!"

Agatha let out a smug little hum, and before she turned to leave, she ordered me to make her a coffee and bring it to her office.

I folded my arms and looked at him.

"Abraham, this is what you call keeping business and personal separate?"

"Winona, whether you admit it or not, she's the design director now. If you humiliate her in front of everyone, how is she supposed to command any respect later?"

"Get it out of your system and then leave. It doesn't look good for you to be alone in here with me."

Five years of marriage, and for the first time, sharing a space with him felt suffocating.

"I'm going strictly by the law. Thirty days at the most, and I'm out on schedule. She can do whatever she wants with that."

Before starting at my new company, I still had to move and sell the apartment.

I didn't have time to waste dragging this out with them.

On my last day, all that was left on my desk was a water cup and a laptop.

Abraham had a meeting at headquarters today, so he'd signed off yesterday, and my resignation paperwork had already cleared.

After saying my goodbyes to everyone one by one, I gathered up those last two things and got ready to leave.

Only to find Agatha and her people blocking the doorway.

"I suspect there are company secrets on your personal computer. I'm having the tech department take it now!"

That laptop held every drop of effort I'd poured in over the years. It never left my side, going to and from work, and there was no way I'd let them walk off with it on their own.

"I'm willing to cooperate with an inspection, but I'm not handing it over to you!"

Agatha's lips curled into a mocking smile. "There are a lot of newly designed templates and fonts on that computer too, aren't there?"

I froze. Those were the portfolio pieces I'd been preparing for interviews after deciding to resign. I hadn't told a soul.

And the only person who could open my computer was Abraham.

Agatha said loudly:

"Some people have no professional integrity whatsoever. The company pours all these resources into training her, and she won't even hand over the core materials in full."

"If everyone acted like this, how would the department ever get its work done?"

All I wanted these past days was to resign and get out fast, but that didn't mean she got to walk all over me.

"This is my personal computer. The templates and fonts on it are my own original work. They have nothing to do with the company."

"You have no right to take my private designs!"

The coworkers around me chimed in. "Exactly. Who doesn't know how much Winona has contributed here? Most of the proposals were original work she did with her own hands. Why would she need to take anything?"

"If you ask me, some people are just deliberately making things hard for others!"

Agatha couldn't keep her composure. She gave the order: "What are you all standing around for? Go grab that computer from her!"

"Can any of you afford to pay for damage to company property?"

She pointed at the coworkers around her. "Anyone who wants to resign alongside her is welcome to come help her!"

Everyone lowered their heads in unison and pretended to work.

Two security guards pinned me down, and Agatha unlocked my computer with ease, using Abraham's birthday.

She clicked around a few times carelessly. "Nothing worth looking at, really." Then she held it out to me.

But I was being held, and couldn't reach to take it.

She smiled, and let go. The laptop dropped to the floor.

Her high heel came down on the screen, and it shattered to pieces.

"That way nobody has to worry about you hiding anything!"

My coworkers all sucked in a sharp breath. Everyone knew a designer's computer was as precious as her own life.

I wrenched free of the hands holding me, lunged forward, and slapped Agatha across the face.

"Who told you to touch my laptop? Have I been too easy on you?"

"You dare hit me?"

"You bet I dare!"

I grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand and swung at her face with the other.

The next second my wrist was caught and my whole body went flipping to the floor.

My arm slammed against the ground, the joint giving a sharp crack, and the pain whited out my vision.

Before I could recover, Abraham's furious voice came roaring down at me.

"Winona, what the hell has gotten into you? This is the office! Not some catfight in the street!"

I gritted my teeth and glared up at him. "She smashed my laptop!"

Abraham went silent at once.

Agatha put on her wounded little act. "I was only afraid she'd walk off with company files. How was I to know it'd slip and break? And then she just lost it."

Abraham's heart melted for her instantly.

"It's fine. I'll handle this."

But when his eyes landed on the laptop on the floor, his right hand tightened without his meaning it to.

"She went a little too far, sure, but Agatha did it for the company. If you'd just handed over the templates, the laptop never would've gotten broken."

Suddenly I understood.

Today's whole scene was something he'd quietly allowed, all to copy off my personal files.

And I understood something else too. They were never going to let me walk out of here with my laptop intact.

So even if I destroyed everything I'd poured my heart into, there was no way I'd hand it to them for free.

I let out a cold laugh and dragged myself up off the floor.

Abraham immediately threw out an arm to shield Agatha, his eyes full of wary suspicion.

I ignored him. I just picked up the laptop and hurled it against the floor with all my strength.

It didn't shatter, so I picked it up and slammed it down again.

Until the fragments had cut my hands open and bloody.

Until not even God himself could ever put it back together.

"Satisfied now?" I asked Abraham.

At last a flicker of panic showed in his eyes.

After all, this was the laptop he'd bought me with his very first paycheck, years ago.

I'd always treasured it.

That time, in the downpour, I'd let myself get soaked to the bone while the umbrella kept the laptop perfectly dry.

And now I'd smashed it to pieces with my own hands.

"Winona, I..."

I turned, picked up the water cup, and tossed it down at his feet.

"Forgot you bought this too. Here, take it back."

I gave him one long, deep look, then said, "Goodbye, Mr. Delgado."

With that, under the stares of him and all my coworkers, I turned and walked away.