Overtime Revenge
Chapter 3
Everyone burst into laughter, piling onto Thomas' mockery.
“Mr. Clark, maybe he should pray devoutly before drawing again.”
“I feel even worse for Samantha now, having such a useless husband. If it were me, I’d divorce him immediately.”
Samantha’s eyes were full of expectation, as if she couldn’t wait for me to say those two words and head straight to the courthouse.
Of course, after a divorce, the assets would be split in half. She had probably been thinking about that for a long time.
The atmosphere turned awkward for a moment. Seeing how out of place I was, Thomas spoke coldly.
“Reed, you’ve worked hard. Since it’s the holidays, act like it. Just stay and work overtime.”
“But Samantha’s coming out with us tonight. You understand, right?
“And if you don’t, what can you even do?”
Samantha rolled her eyes at me, full of irritation.
“This poor loser doesn’t even know what a yacht is. I’m definitely going with Mr. Clark today to experience it properly.”
I agreed calmly. “Don’t worry. I’ve got things covered at the company.”
Thomas let out a laugh, pulling women into his arms on both sides.
Samantha eagerly squeezed in as well, grabbing the center spot.
“Wait.”
Looking at their departing backs, I called out.
Thomas turned around with a twisted expression and cursed, “What’s your problem, you useless piece of trash?
“Don’t want to work overtime? Want to go home and visit your mother’s grave?”
I suppressed the anger in my chest and smiled faintly.
“Mr. Clark, if I get tired, can I go home and rest?”
“Rest? Do you deserve that?”
Thomas looked down at me and sneered.
“Have you ever heard of trash getting rest? Unless the company catches fire, you’re not going anywhere. Get back to work.
“If you don’t agree with the company rules, I’ll fire you right now.”
“Bang!”
The door slammed shut, leaving me alone in the room.
A fire in the company?
I closed my eyes to rest for a moment, then took out my phone.
“Mr. Clark, I’ve finished all the work. I’m the only one left in the company now. Can I lock up and leave?”
Before the other side could respond, I hung up immediately.
Not long after, my phone rang.
Thomas' wife, Maya, exploded in my ear, furious. “Why are you the only one at the company? Where is Thomas?!”
“You little b*st*rd, say something! Are you mute?!”
I pretended to tremble.
“Oh, it’s you, ma’am. Mr. Clark is working overtime. I’ll hang up now.”
“You’ve got some nerve hanging up on me! Where is Thomas? Put him on the phone!”
I stayed silent as Maya screamed herself hoarse on the other end.
“You son of a b*tch, how dare you play tricks on me? Do you not want to live anymore?!”
I spoke weakly, “I… I heard he went out with female colleagues…”
She became even more hysterical.
“That damn b*st*rd! Where are they? Go find him for me right now, or you’re fired!”
“P-please don’t. Thomas said I’m not allowed to leave unless the company is on fire. I really can’t do anything.”
“Then set the company on fire and go find him right now!”
Maya’s sharp yelling pierced my ears.
My expression remained calm. Since she had given the order, I had no choice but to obey.
“Mom, has Samantha gone back to your place?
“It’s been five hours since she got off work. She’s not answering her phone. Could something have happened?”
I called Nancy, my mother-in-law, sounding worried.
“S-Samantha… she… she…”
She stammered, not knowing how to respond.
Instead, my father-in-law, Michael, stepped in.
“Reed, Samantha just called us. She said she went out with her close friends. Don’t worry.”
Like father, like daughter.
I smiled coldly. “Alright, I was overthinking then.
“It’s just that there have been rumors lately about a murderer. Samantha is so beautiful. If something happened…
“But it’s fine as long as she’s okay. I won’t disturb you two any further.”
“Wait… Reed, maybe I mis—”
“Beep, beep, beep.” I hung up.
Then I picked up the coat Samantha had left on the ground.
“Christmas without fire—how could that be joyful?”
After setting up the company’s Christmas tree, I took out a lighter.
The show was about to begin!
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