I Quit, Mr. Shaffer

Chapter 11

As soon as Isabella stepped into the house, she

was greeted by a warm and inviting fragrance

throughout the house. The feminine aura seemed

to cling to every corner of the building.

“What’s up? Your sc*mbag boss finally got bored of

you?” Natasha poured Isabella a glass of water and

casually sat beside her. With both slender legs

crossed, she exuded a seductive allure.

Accustomed to Natasha’s straightforwardness,

Isabella lifted the cup and took a hearty sip. “I

decided to leave him.”

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In the middle of towel–drying her hair, Natasha

paused her movements and let out a surprised

gasp. “You suddenly grew a backbone?”

Isabella pulled her lips into a wry smile. “I’ve gotten

enough from him.”

Natasha frowned, not particularly fond of the way

Isabella phrased it. She had a feeling that

something had happened.

Isabella didn’t hide anything and briefly explained

what had happened these two days.

After drying her hair, Natasha tossed the towel

aside and reached under the coffee table for a

cigarette. She had even lit the lighter when she

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suddenly remembered Isabella was there and

immediately discarded it. “What are you planning

to do next?”

Shrugging, Isabella feigned nonchalance and said,

“I’ll get through the next three months first. Once

the contract is terminated, I’ll establish a small

agency. It should be enough to support my mom.

and me.”

Natasha furrowed her brow as she thought it might

still be difficult for Isabella to terminate the

contract after three months. However, she didn’t

voice her thoughts and glanced at Isabella,

suggesting, “Three months is still a long time, and

idling away won’t do you any good. Although it’s

just selling cars, this field encompasses all walks of

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life. Who knows? You might unexpectedly make a

valuable connection.”

Upon hearing that, Isabella fell silent. Having been

around Seth for so long, she seemed to have

developed a misconception that the economic

environment of establishing her own company was

the same as at Shaffer Group.

It was not. Shaffer Group had been with the Shaffer

Family for four generations and had several

generations of political accumulation before it,

making it a real multinational integrated

conglomerate. Even if she pressed hard to aim for

that, she wouldn’t be able to achieve it in this

lifetime.

Seeing her lost in thought, Natasha reminded her,

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The people you re going to meet while selling cars

might as well be your future connections when

establishing your own business.”

Isabella rubbed her temples, suddenly enlightened

but also felt pitiful for herself. Though she

self–proclaimed to have worked in a large

enterprise for five years, she still had to start from

the bottom up after leaving.

Looking up at Natasha, Isabella said, “Natasha,

thank you. I’ll work hard starting tomorrow.”

Being a righteous friend, Natasha gave Isabella the

master bedroom, woke up early the following day

to make breakfast, and even drove Isabella to work.

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On their way there, she even started sharing her

experience in sales. “When working in sales, it’s the

same everywhere. Don’t put yourself above others;

flatter them however you can.”

Isabella massaged her throbbing temples,

suddenly feeling very pressured. “I wasn’t even this

nervous during my interview at Shaffer Group.”

Natasha parked the car in front of Isabella’s

company, leaning leisurely against the seat.

“Leaving that guy isn’t a bad thing. If you stayed

with him until you turned thirty, then you’d truly be

considered a good–for–nothing.”

Isabella felt something stirring inside her heart.

Those words were both painful and liberating,

stimulating her brain cells into action. After closing

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the door and bidding farewell to Natasha, she

confidently strode into the company. She couldn’t Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

afford to lose her first battle for the day.

Upon entering, Jonas, who had his arm around

Abigail’s shoulder, released her and walked toward

Isabella with a smile. “Isabella, you’re back to work

so soon?”

Tugging her lips into a faint smile, Isabella

explained, “It’s not a big deal, and I can’t delay my

work, right? You’re here early, too, so it wouldn’t be

appropriate for me to slack off because I’m sick.”

She had put on airs just yesterday, but now her

words were more tactful and pleasing. Jonas

needed a moment to adapt to her change and

soon felt delighted, thinkina Isabella was trvina to

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curry Tavor with nim.

“Those who had been executive secretaries are

quite different, it seems.” Jonas laughed heartily

and wrapped his arm around Isabella’s shoulder.

“Though we salesmen can’t compare to them, it’s

still a promising career if you work hard.”

Isabella walked toward her desk and smoothly

dodged Jonas‘ hand while asking, “Mr. Wallace, is

yesterday’s sale closed?”

“It is.” With a wave of his hand, he nodded at Abigail.

“It was all thanks to Abby. She worked tirelessly

yesterday afternoon.”

The others around them were savvy gossip

mongers, and any topic involving performance

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would gain their keen interest. They were eagerly

waiting to see Isabella’s reaction.

Holding a folder, Abigail gave a sweet smile and

said, “It was nothing. I was just helping out a

colleague. A little effort goes a long way.”

Isabella smiled, retrieving a cup from her bag to

pour some tea. “That’s sweet of you, but I can’t let

you help for nothing.” After taking a sip, she added,

“How about we split this deal between us?”

Abigail’s expression fell, and she fell silent.

“Isabella, you’re too modest. We’re all colleagues.

There’s no need to be so particular about individual

deals.” Jonas chuckled, trying to ease the situation

while giving Abigail a nudge with his shoulder,

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urging her to step aside. He casually chatted with

Isabella. “You’re the senior here, so you should look

out for Abby more.”

After that, Isabella was clear that the commission

would probably all wind up inside Abigail’s hands.

She said those things earlier to tell everyone she

was no fool and they shouldn’t think about taking

advantage of her.

“Sure.” She nodded and gave Abigail a meaningful

glance. “Let’s look after each other in the future.”

Still hugging her documents, Abigail stuck out her

tongue, pretending to look innocent, and then

skipped toward the reception desk.

If Isabella hadn’t met all sorts of people in the

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workplace, she might have thought that Abigail

was just an innocent and naive rookie who had ju

started her career. She sighed in relief and checke

the time on her phone but inadvertently noticed a headline in the entertainment news.