Drew felt his head spinning.
This wasn't how things were supposed to go.
He wanted Prim to be publicly fired.
He wanted everyone to watch Prim get dragged out of the company in disgrace.
Not resign on his own.
And definitely not leave behind a situation where Drew was now expected to treat over thirty coworkers to a restaurant three times more expensive than Skyland Kitchen.
Looking at the increasingly greedy expressions around him, Drew nearly vomited blood.
Before anyone could stop him, Prim picked up his documents and headed toward the boss's office.
Knock.
The door opened.
The boss didn't even look up.
"Who is it?" he barked impatiently.
Then he saw Prim.
His expression immediately darkened he was waiting till tomorrow to deal with this guy and he delivered himself here.
Before he could speak, Prim calmly placed a resignation letter on the desk and turned to leave.
The boss froze.
His face instantly turned green.
Every speech he had prepared.
Every accusation.
Every plan.
Everything died in his throat.
Prim turned around to leave.
Crash!
A glass cup slammed into the wall beside prim, shattering into pieces.
The entire office outside fell silent.
"You bastard!"
The boss shot to his feet.
"You fucking bastard!"
His roar echoed through the office.
Prim stopped and slowly turned around.
"What did I do?"
His expression was genuinely puzzled.
"Are you angry because I resigned?"
The boss nearly blacked out.
Talking to Prim felt like punching cotton.
No matter how hard he hit, the other party remained soft and harmless.
Yet somehow, he always ended up being the one feeling frustrated.
"I was about to fire you!"
The boss pointed at him furiously.
"For plagiarism!"
"It's a good thing you resigned first!"
"That doesn't mean you won't be punished!"
"You know exactly what you've done!"
Prim blinked.
Then smiled.
A warm, harmless smile.
"Did someone report me?"
"Did they provide evidence?"
"Or is it just words?"
"Where is the proof that I plagiarized anything?"
The boss's eyes darkened.
"Drew is the original owner of those songs!"
"You stole them and sold them to Songwriter Dragon!"
"We were already being merciful!"
"I personally spoke to Songwriter Dragon and convinced him not to pursue the matter too aggressively."
The boss folded his arms.
"You still have a future."
"So all you need to do is compensate everyone involved."
His tone became colder.
"Eight million Zens to Songwriter Dragon."
"Five million Zens to the company."
"Thirteen million Zens total."
Thirteen million Zens.
That wasn't a small amount.
The boss looked at Prim confidently.
With Prim's personality, he expected him to panic.
To apologize.
To beg.
To accept it
Instead
Prim tilted his head.
"Thirteen million Zens?"
He thought for a moment.
"That's six hundred and fifty thousand CU Dollars."
He looked genuinely curious.
"If I had that much money, why would I be working here?"
The boss's face twitched.
Prim continued calmly.
"You said I breached a contract."
"Then show me the contract."
The boss frowned.
"What?"
Prim smiled.
"If Songwriter Dragon terminated our agreement based on an unverified accusation, then he was the one who broke the contract first."
The boss's confidence faltered slightly.
Prim continued speaking in the same gentle tone.
"You told him I committed plagiarism."
"You told him to end our partnership."
"You provided information about me without proof."
"If that's true, then the dispute is between him and the company."
"Not him and me."
The boss's expression stiffened.
Prim took another step forward.
"Even if plagiarism were proven later, he wouldn't have suffered any damages from the songs he already purchased legally."
"So why did he terminate the contract immediately?"
"Based solely on hearsay?"
"Without an investigation?"
"Without evidence?"
"Without even contacting me?"
The office became quieter and quieter.
The boss suddenly felt a bad feeling rising in his chest because what Prim was saying actually made sense.
Prim's smile never changed.
"If the contract was terminated because of your recommendation..."
"Then wouldn't the losses come from the company side?"
"Why am I paying compensation for a contract I didn't cancel?"
The boss opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
For the first time since Prim entered the office, he realized something.
The young man standing before him wasn't panicking.
Wasn't scared.
And definitely wasn't confused.
It was as if he had already expected this conversation long before it happened.
Prim sighed softly.
"I won't argue with you."
His voice remained gentle.
"Because I always treated you like a father."
"I treated this company like my home."
The boss's face twitched.
Prim continued sincerely.
"So the only amount I was considering paying was two million Zens."
Then he paused.
As if a thought had suddenly occurred to him.
"Wait."
"Two million?"
Prim frowned slightly as if he wasn't the one that suggested it.
"Why would I pay two million?"
The boss suddenly had a very bad feeling.
Prim tilted his head.
"I didn't steal from you."
"So why would I compensate you?"
The boss opened his mouth.
Then closed it again.
Prim looked genuinely confused.
"Are you going to say my actions affected the company?"
"If that's the argument..."
He smiled.
"Then wouldn't pursuing that argument hurt your company more than it hurts me? Let us say you are right but I did it for the company as the gain entered your pocket"
The boss's eyelid twitched.
Prim continued in the same calm tone.
" As for drew suing meet him come if he has full proof but he didn't do why are you angry for this company is relatively small."
"If this matter becomes public, people won't remember me."
"They'll remember the company."
"They'll remember the boss."
"They'll remember the accusation."
"So why would you want that problem?"
He thought for a moment before nodding.
"Right."
"You probably don't."
The boss's face was already turning ugly.
Prim seemed completely unaware.
"Which means I don't need to pay anything."
"I think that's correct."
His smile widened.
"Especially since my contract with Songwriter Dragon had already ended before I submitted my resignation."
"So I don't owe the company anything."
"As for whatever promises you made him..."
Prim spread his hands helplessly.
"That's between you and him."
The boss felt his blood pressure rising.
Prim's voice remained soft and pleasant.
"I respect you."
"I really do."
"That's why I don't want people thinking you scammed me."
The boss nearly coughed blood.
"If I paid money without proof..."
"People might think I was being forced."
"They might think I was being threatened."
"They might think the company abused its authority."
Prim shook his head.
"That would damage your reputation."
"Twenty million Zens worth of emotional damage at least.
The boss clutched the edge of his desk.
His breathing became heavier.
Prim continued.
"And if you refuse to accept my resignation..."
He paused.
"That creates another problem."
The boss's heart skipped a beat.
"What problem?"
Prim smiled.
"You'd be preventing me from leaving."
The boss froze.
"Which means someone could argue you're restricting my freedom."
"At that point, the issue becomes much larger."
"Labor disputes."
"Employment violations."
"Maybe even unlawful detention depending on how aggressively people want to interpret things."
The boss nearly had a heart attack.
Prim scratched his cheek awkwardly.
"Of course, I don't have money for expensive lawyers."
His smile became brighter.
"But public courts are free."
"And once something enters public court..."
He spread his hands.
"The news spreads very quickly."
The boss felt cold sweat running down his back.
Prim continued.
"Besides... I already submitted my resignation digitally."
The boss froze.
"What?"
"The online copy."
"The cloud copy."
"The labor department copy."
"The company email copy."
"The timestamp records."
Prim pointed at the resignation letter on the desk.
"That's only the physical version."
"If you destroy it..."
"It doesn't really change anything."
The boss's face turned pale.
Prim looked concerned.
"Actually..."
"You'd probably spend more money trying to erase all those records than the company earns from this entire situation."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The boss stared at Prim.
Prim stared back innocently.
One looked as if he was about to suffer a heart attack.
The other looked as if he was discussing the weather.
Finally
The boss grabbed his chest.
His breathing became uneven.
For the first time in years, he felt a terrifying realization.
The young man in front of him wasn't threatening him.
Wasn't insulting him.
Wasn't even raising his voice.
Yet every sentence felt like another shovel of dirt being thrown into a grave.
And somehow
The grave was his wasn't he supposed to be the victim.
"Boss, I've already resigned. Just process it in your system."
Prim's voice remained as gentle as ever.
The boss nearly cried.
"You brat!"
"I have a family! I have children!"
"Are you trying to bury me alive?"
"I already promised Songwriter Dragon eight million Zens!"
The boss hurried around his desk and grabbed Prim's arm.
"Prim, help me just this once."
"I'll remember this favor."
"If you ever need help in the future, I'll help you too."
His voice softened as he tried to play the pity card.
Prim blinked.
Then tilted his head.
His lips trembled slightly.
The boss's eyes immediately lit up.
It worked.
Finally, it worked.
Then Prim bit his lip and spoke softly.
"But Uncle..."
"I also have a family."
The boss froze.
"I have a mother."
"A grandmother."
"A sick grandfather."
"My father left, so my mother has to support the family."
"I help take care of my uncle, aunt, cousin, and grandparents."
"I'm only eighteen."
"I still have school fees to pay."
"If I take on this debt, I'll be finished."
Prim's eyes slowly turned red.
"Uncle..."
"You said you would help me when I needed help."
"So please..."
"Help me."
Before the boss could react
Thud!
Prim dropped to his knees.
His hands wrapped around the boss's leg.
"Please help me!"
The boss's soul nearly left his body.
"What the hell?!"
He frantically tried pulling his leg away.
But Prim held on like his life depended on it.
"Please, Uncle!"
"You promised!"
The boss panicked and kicked him away.
"Get lost!"
"Get lost!"
His face was completely red.
"I'll make your life hell!"
"I'll ruin you!"
"I'll make sure nobody ever hires you again!"
Prim fell backward.
He sat on the floor and quietly wiped away his tears.
Then he looked up looking hurt.
His eyes were still red.
His voice was still soft.
"It really is my fault."
The boss paused.
Prim lowered his head sadly.
"Uncle is already in trouble."
"And I'm still asking him for money."
"I shouldn't have done that."
The boss suddenly felt another bad feeling.
Then Prim smiled.
A small innocent smile.
"I hope Uncle manages to pay the eight million Zens he owes."
The boss froze.
"If you drag the matter out too long, won't the interest keep increasing?"
"I think it was one hundred thousand every week, right?"
The boss's face turned pale.
Prim nodded thoughtfully.
"Then Uncle would really be in trouble."
He sighed.
"If you're already broke..."
"How can you make my life hell?"
"And how can you stop me from finding work?"
Prim looked genuinely confused.
Then he glanced around the office.
"Especially when this tiny company can barely feed itself so work hard okay."
Silence.
Dead silence.
The boss's vision went black.
It was clearly an insult.
A vicious insult.
Yet Prim's tone was so sincere that it sounded like genuine concern.
That was the worst part.
The boss couldn't even point at him and say he was mocking him.
Because Prim looked completely innocent.
The boss gritted his teeth so hard they almost cracked.
His trembling fingers slammed onto the computer.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Before his brain could stop him, he had already approved the resignation.
The moment the confirmation appeared
Prim stood up.
His tears vanished.
His smile returned.
"Thank you, Boss."
Then he turned around and walked out.
Leaving behind a boss clutching his chest and wondering if high blood pressure could actually kill a person.
Prim walked out of the boss's office and went straight to the bathroom.
He calmly washed the dust off his hands and splashed water on his face.
A few moments later, he returned to his desk.
Drew was already there.
He was standing over Prim's computer, searching through it like something had gone missing.
But the screen was completely blank.
Not just closed.
Not just logged out.
It looked like a freshly installed system.
Drew frowned.
He kept clicking, opening folders, checking history, searching for files—anything.
Nothing.
No conversations.
No drafts.
No customer records.
No trace of work activity at all.
He clicked his tongue.
Then looked up as Prim approached.
"Big brother Drew, what are you doing?" Prim asked casually.
Drew straightened up quickly.
"Since you're quitting, I thought I'd use your computer to play a game."
He paused, then added awkwardly, "Mine is full of customer lists. No space."
Prim blinked.
"Oh."
Then he nodded politely.
"I see."
Drew narrowed his eyes.
"Why is your screen completely blank?"
"And why did you take so long in the boss's office?"
His eyes carefully studied Prim's face, searching for any sign of panic.
Prim tilted his head slightly.
"The boss was processing my resignation. It took time, so I waited."
"As for the computer…"
He glanced at the monitor.
"How is it blank?"
"There's a game right there."
"You said you wanted to play games, didn't you?"
Drew's expression stiffened instantly.
That wasn't the answer he wanted.
He had secretly checked the computer while Prim was gone.
No customer conversations.
No files.
No drafts.
No search history.
Nothing.
The machine looked as though it had never been used before.
It was cleaner than a brand-new office computer.
Not even a single trace remained.
Drew suddenly had a strange feeling.
Prim knew exactly what he was asking.
But he was deliberately pretending not to understand.
The problem was that Prim's expression was so sincere and innocent that Drew couldn't even accuse him of anything.
More importantly...
Why did the boss let him resign?
Drew had been expecting shouting.
Humiliation.
Security guards dragging Prim out.
His reputation ruined in front of everyone.
Instead, Prim had walked out of the office perfectly fine.
Something wasn't right.
Drew clenched his fists slightly.
Meanwhile, Prim paid him no attention at all.
He calmly packed the last of his belongings into a small box.
His textbooks.
His charger.
A few notebooks.
And the takeaway meals.
After making sure nothing was left behind,
Prim lifted the box and smiled at everyone.
"Thank you for taking care of me."
"I learned a lot working here."
The female employees immediately looked disappointed.
"You're really leaving?"
"What a waste."
"You should have stayed until after graduation."
The curly-haired girl sighed dramatically.
"Now where am I supposed to find such a handsome coworker?"
Everyone laughed.
Even Prim laughed.
Then he bowed politely.
"Goodbye, everyone."
With that, he turned and walked toward the exit.
The afternoon sunlight poured through the glass doors.
His figure slowly disappeared outside.
The office suddenly felt much quieter.
One worker clicked his tongue.
"Strange."
"What?"
The man scratched his head.
"I don't know how to put it but it feels like the office is now more boring the ray of peace just vanish and who will help me with my work or run errands for us"
Several people paused.
Then nodded.
Now that he was gone...
The office somehow felt colder.
None of them noticed Drew's increasingly ugly expression.
Nor did they know that the person they had just watched leave so casually had already dug several pits and buried half the people trying to frame him.
And the best part?
Most of them still thought Prim was the victim.
While Prim himself was already planning what to eat for dinner.
Priorities were important. After all, revenge could wait.
Food could not.