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At a department gathering, my boyfriend placed a piece of fish in my bowl.
"Sapphire, have some fish."
Jack's face turned awkward before he could finish his sentence.
Because I never eat fish. I'm allergic to it.
And my name isn't Sapphire.
Sapphire is his young apprentice.
The party finally ended.
I calmly dialed a number:
"Professor Smith, I've made my decision. I'd like to be your research assistant."

My Boyfriend Called Me By the Wrong Name At a Party

A series of questions followed in quick succession.


Dr. Smith was on the verge of being promoted to professor. If I became his research assistant, I'd naturally have plenty of opportunities to learn.


It would also smooth my path in future medical research endeavors.


He slammed his bowl down, his face flushing red with anger.


Calmly, I gathered my own dishes and took them to the kitchen to wash.


"This is just to inform you, not to ask for your opinion!"


Jack was infuriated by my cool demeanor, but he quickly composed himself, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, acting all high and mighty.


"If you're going to apply for Dr. Smith's research assistant position, then let's break up!"


He was using the same threatening tone he'd used when he forced me to transfer departments.


Chapter 8