My name is Osarugwe
"Davina! Can't you just get something right?!" Henry yelled.
Davina, my middle name.
That's what I go by.
Mr. Henry, my supervisor, is now scolding me because of my "substandard" work. Work that he is going to show to the highers up because of how 'bad' it is.
What a nutjob.
" I will..uh show the executives this terrible work! They have to know that we need better employees!"
"You do that, sir." I said in the calmest tone I could.
He was shocked by my avid response as usually I grovelled.
But after finding out that he's been submitting my "terrible" work as his, I'd rather not.
"What?! How dare you?!"
"I agreed to your suggestion, seeing as that is what you do every time I submit a proposal, no?"
"This is- this is insubordination! If you have a problem with me just quit then!"
Bullseye.
The farce was over. A wide sly grin creeper onto my face.
'With pleasure' I thought.
"On that note sir, I would like to give you this."
"A resignation letter?"
'As you clearly see.' I thought but stayed silent.
"What do you want, higher pay?"
'A pay raise by zero point five percent? No, thank you.'
"You were given another job is that it? You took the back door. Is it our competition? Huh?"
"Sir. I simply do not want to work here any longer." I said.
Not after the constant exploitation.
He sized me with his eyes before meeting my gaze and asking "when are you leaving?"
"The end of this month."
"It will be approved soon." He said.
I bowed. "Thank you sir"
As I walked away he opened his mouth to say something but shut it back after what looked like internal deliberation.
He looked like he was in frantic dismay. Of course, knowing that his source of praise and bonuses was walking out of his office.
'It will be nice to watch you fall.'
I shut the door.