Mireille was stunned. “That is not what happened, sir. I swear. I did not bring anyone. I only helped an old woman who had nowhere to go. She was sitting calmly, bothering no one. But your fiancée insulted her and drove her out.”
“So now you’re implying that Émilie is lying?” Cyril growled.
“I am simply telling the truth. I only defended an old woman.”
There was silence on the line. Then Cyril said coldly, “You should have called me. You should have waited for me to come back to deal with it.”
Mireille frowned. “Sir, you were away, and I did not think helping an old woman required permission. Would you have preferred that I let your fiancée humiliate her without doing anything?”
But Cyril ignored her remark. “You are new here, barely two days, and you are already creating problems. That is not professional. Émilie told me she would leave me if I do not fire you, and I cannot lose my fiancée over an employee I do not even know.”
A pain shot through Mireille’s chest. She understood everything. He did not believe her. He preferred to believe a lie.
She let out a bitter laugh. “I’m not surprised. That is exactly what I expected from you.”
“What do you mean?” Cyril asked tensely.
“That you are a weak man. A man who lets a woman make his decisions. A real follower.”
“What did you say?”
“You heard me well. And guess what? I do not care. Keep your job. I do not want it anymore.”
She hung up.
Mireille set her phone down and took a deep breath. She was angry, but deep inside, she felt free.
Mama, who had watched everything, placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “My child, who was that?”
“It was my boss. He fired me.”
Mama’s eyes widened in distress. “Because of me?”
“Yes. Émilie lied to him. She said I brought people to beat her, and he chose to believe her.”
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