Chapter 4 A B*tch?

• Chadwick picked up the envelope from the desk and walked toward the door as he spoke. Then, after a couple of steps, he turned back, picked up a pack of cigarettes from Mr. Tamas' desk, and walked out again.
• "What are you doing? Why did you take my cigarettes?"
• "I ran out of cigarettes. Don't come after me. Trust me. If you do, I'll take off your car's wheels. You've smoked so many of my cigarettes, so what's the problem if I take a pack from you?" Chadwick said as he pointed a finger at Mr. Tamas, who had come after him. Then, he spun around and walked out of the company.
• When he was outside, the anger within him had ballooned. Setting aside the problem with that woman who insisted on picking on him, just this manager was an issue. In order to progress better in this job and earn more money by having more deliveries in a day, he had done so much for Mr. Tamas. He would often buy him cigarettes and meals, acting as a submissive wimp in front of him, and Mr. Tamas was always addressing him as his 'brother' whenever he took and ate off him. However, when it came to a crucial situation like this, he simply cut off their previous friendship and ditched him. Even though he knew that this actually had nothing to do with Chadwick and was not his fault at all, he still gave Chadwick the boot without even a second thought just so his position wouldn't be affected. Besides disappointment, there was nothing else Chadwick felt toward Mr. Tamas.
• Chadwick rolled along the road slowly, cycling on his own old bicycle, which he bought from a secondhand store for 80. When he passed by the familiar bank, he felt the money and envelope in his pocket and went to the ATM machine with his bank card. After he deposited all the money into the card, he checked the balance. Adding this 8,300, he now had a little more than 9,200 in his bank account. He chuckled mirthlessly as he stared at the pitiful number, took out a small notebook from his pocket, and flipped it open. He had filled the little notebook with names of people, followed by their bank account numbers and the amount. Among these amounts, the biggest was 30,000 to 40,000 while the smallest was 7,000 to 8,000. He had crossed off a few of the debts in the front with a pen, and Chadwick found the third debt amount. Following the bank account number provided, he then transferred 9,000 from his bank account, took out a pen, and crossed off this debt as well. After he crossed that off, he counted again and let out a sigh in the end. "I still owe 523,000!" he muttered to himself.
• As he walked out of the bank, he thought about the job he found after a great deal of difficulty was gone, and the fire of fury ignited in his heart suddenly. Directing all of his wrath toward Samantha, he thought, If it wasn't for this woman who kept picking on me relentlessly, I wouldn't be in this state now! At the thought of this, he couldn't bear it anymore and immediately took out his phone to check for Samantha's number. However, as a courier, he kept at least a hundred call records daily, and they were all unknown numbers. So, he didn't know which one belonged to her.
• "Damn it. I don't care anymore. If I don't let out the frustrations inside me today, I wouldn't be able to call myself a man, you damn b*tch!" he cursed as he cycled toward Samantha's neighborhood.
• At the neighborhood entrance, he was stopped by the security once more, but he offered the security a cigarette, and of course, it was the cigarette he snatched from Mr. Tamas' desk. Then, he explained that he wanted to go in to collect an item from that woman's house in the afternoon. As the security officer remembered him and the fact that he was still wearing the uniform from the express delivery company, he allowed him in in the end.
• After that, he cycled to Samantha's house, pushed the steel gate open, and placed his bicycle in her yard before marching to the door. Then, without using the doorbell, he banged on the door with his palm as if he was venting all his frustrations.
• "I'm coming!" Just then, Mrs. Palmer came to open the door. When she saw that it was Chadwick, she asked curiously, "Why are you here again?"
• "Where's she? Is that b*tch home?" Chadwick asked in a huff.
• From inside, Samantha's voice echoed. "Who's that, Mrs. Palmer?"
• "It's me!" He knew she was home when he heard her voice, so he marched in and saw her seated at the dining table having dinner.
• When she peered at Chadwick, she didn't seem the least surprised to see him, and while she continued to eat, she asked, "Why are you here again?"
• "Why am I here? Are you seriously asking me that? You know exactly why I'm here. Hey, how can you be so wicked? Do you have some hormonal imbalance, or are you a psycho? Why do you have it out on me due to your dry spell in terms of men? Did I f*ck you over? I'm just a courier. At 3 p.m, I delivered your parcels, but you told me to come at 6 p.m instead. With no other choice, I made a huge round and made at least ten extra miles to specially come back here and deliver your parcels. But you! I can forget the fact that you complained about me when I was five minutes late, but I delivered your parcels and opened them for you. I became your porter by bringing them into the house for you and even took out your trash. I was your slave and served you like my master. But, alas, you still f*cking complained about me and asked my company to fire me. Just exactly how did I offend you? Did I steal your virginity or kill your father? Do you need to have such a deep hatred for me?" He couldn't care less about anything, so he just spewed all the worst insults he could think of.
• Samantha was furious, and her face was stone cold after listening to his words. However, to his surprise, she didn't get mad at him and waited until he was finished before saying, "Are you done?"
• "Not yet. I came here today just to tell you off!"
• "Then, you can continue. I'm listening," she said and continued eating.
• Her attitude made Chadwick incredibly uncomfortable, as though he had used all his might into a punch at thin air, making him feel very lousy. When he came here, he had prepared himself to have a battle to the death with this woman, but it turned out now that he was the only one making a scene here.
• "You're not acting as I expect, woman. That's not the correct attitude. How can I continue like this? Did I say anything wrong? I'm being nice enough by not laying a hand on you, and I'm here today to ask you, how could you do this to me? Give me a reason today, or else…" he said menacingly.
• "Or else, what are you going to do?" she asked calmly, sounding so composed that she didn't take his threat to heart at all.
• "Or else… Or else…" Even after thinking for a long while, Chadwick couldn't think of what he could do to this woman. Finally, he hissed fiercely, "Or else I won't leave your house today."
• "What? Are you trying to extort me? Should I call the police?" she said in her usual calm tone. Then, she turned to Mrs. Palmer. "Mrs. Palmer, go and fetch the first aid kit. Then, help him dress the wound on his arm."
• "Huh?" He was utterly baffled by this woman's attitude. Finally, he glanced at his arm, still covered in cakey blood, and waved his hand. "Don't pretend to be nice. My arm is fine; you don't have to care about it. I'm here today to ask you, how did I offend you? Why do you have to pick on me?"
• "Apply some iodine for him and then dab some ampicillin on it before dressing it with gauze," she said to Mrs. Palmer, who had come over with the medical kit, ignoring Chadwick.
• "Yes, ma'am." Mrs. Palmer stopped next to Chadwick and started on the injury, doing as she was instructed.
• Embarrassed, he said politely, "It's alright, Mrs. Palmer. My arm is fine. You really don't have to do this. No, I can't make you do this. I can do it by myself!"
• "It's no trouble. But, goodness, how did your arm turn out like this? How did you hurt yourself?" Mrs. Palmer asked anxiously after seeing his arm.
• "Uh… I was careless and fell when I was on the bike, and it ended up like this. It's not a problem. Ouch!" At first, he spoke earnestly, but suddenly, he yelped in pain because Mrs. Palmer had applied the iodine on him. Only those who had experienced it knew about this stinging pain.