Scumbag George

Handling the kindergarten matters still required George's approval. After much hesitation, I finally called George, but Fiona answered the phone. She started yelling as soon as she picked up, "Have you no shame? How dare you still call here?"

"Let George take the phone!" I spoke calmly, not wanting to engage in a shouting match.

"FUCK..." she cursed and then hung up.

Fiona's behavior infuriated me. If it weren't for my daughter's issue, I wouldn't bother calling. But unfortunately, I had no choice. After several attempts where the call was disconnected, my frustration got the better of me. I drove straight to their company.

Upon entering Farah, many familiar faces greeted me with awkward silence. I ignored them, "If our paths do not align, we don't need to interact. If they're not my type of people, I won't bother," I thought to myself. Since they sided with George in tearing me down, I had no interest in greeting them.