The memory of an old friend

Britney called Abigail early in the morning.

"Hey, Abigail. Are you busy?"

Abigail, taken aback by her frantic voice, placed the toast on the plate she was about to eat. She was afraid Gloria had done something to cause her marriage to fall apart.

"What's the matter?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Get ready. I am coming."

"Get ready for what?" Abigail was stunned even more.

"For a job interview, of course. I am coming. Be ready."

Beep…

"Interview for a job! So suddenly! How am I going to face it without preparation?"

Abigail didn't like it when someone put pressure on her. She preferred to work at her own pace. Besides, she was perplexed as to why Britney was rushing so much.

She thought she would say no to her, so she ate her breakfast calmly.

Britney arrived in no time. She scrunched up her face in annoyance when she saw her still eating breakfast.

"What is it? You are not ready yet!" She moved over to her frantically.

"Sit down and have coffee first," Abigail said calmly and asked the maid to serve her some coffee.

"Okay! You are not going for the interview, are you?" Britney tossed an envelope she was holding on the dining table and cast her a quizzical look, crossing her arms across her breastbone. She was seemingly annoyed.

Abigail looked at her calmly and replied, "I am not prepared for the interview. How am I going to face it? Sit down."

Britney pulled the chair out and sagged into it dejectedly. "I did so much for you, and you don't appreciate my efforts."

She picked up the envelope and waved it in front of her face. "I asked a friend to hire you, and she talked to her father, who wanted to speak with you. The job was almost guaranteed. You simply need to go there and speak with him."

She tossed the envelope on the table furiously.

Abigail looked at the envelope, feeling guilty. She had no idea Britney had done so much for her. But she couldn't accept the favor.

"Thank you so much, Britney, for thinking about me. I really appreciate your efforts, but I am sorry. I cannot accept this job."

"Why?" Britney's expression was full of resentment.

"I want to be hired based on my qualifications and experience, not on a favor."

"Pfff…" Britney sighed and rolled her eyes. "Getting a job when you don't have much experience is difficult. Be wise and go there."

"I am sorry, Britney." Abigail was firm in her decision. She didn't think it was right to take the favor when her in-laws were so hostile to her.

When they would learn about it, they would only humiliate her even more, saying she had no qualifications to get a job.

"Okay, fine… I'm not going to force you. I thought I would assist you. Since you are unwilling to take my help, I will leave."

Britney grabbed the envelope and stood up. She didn't forget to pinch her in the heart by saying, "Vivian has started working under Chris. She will soon get his attention and start dating him. You will remain locked here, cooking for him."

She had completely lost her cool. She couldn't stop herself from hurting her verbally. "I know very well that Chris doesn't like you. His taste is unique, and you are not the type of woman who can draw his attention. I am trying to make you according to his taste so that you can keep him away from Vivian. But you…"

Her eyes shone with loathing. It was unclear whether her hatred was for Vivian or Abigail.

"You can do whatever you want. I'm not going to assist you any longer."

She stormed out the door.

Abigail remained frozen in her place. She was crying, but no sound came out of her mouth. She was not sad because Vivian had started working at Christopher's office.

The fact that she was not someone who could entice him pierced her heart.

Abigail gradually realized why she couldn't win him over, even after two years of marriage.

He never liked her. It was possible that he would never fall in love with her.

Abigail was broken at this point. She could see the end of this marriage very clearly.

Christopher's parents were doing everything to draw his attention to Vivian. Sooner or later, he would break up with her.

What would she do?

Abigail became desperate to protect this marriage. If he liked a smart, gorgeous, working woman, she would become one.

She wiped her tears away and checked for walk-in job interviews. She scrolled the screen down. Her finger and eyes came to a halt at one name.

"Essence Concierge," she mumbled, her mind racing.

She was familiar with this name.

It was her old friend, Elsa's brother's company. An image of a gray-eyed man crossed her mind.

Elsa used to be her neighbor. Her family's financial situation was similar to hers. Their condition had improved since her brother, who had excelled in school, had established a business.

They later bought a property in a posh neighborhood of the city and moved away.

Elsa often helped her in the past. But there had been no contact with her in the past few years.

Abigail's heart was filled with conflicting emotions. She didn't know where Elsa was or what she was doing.

Elsa had asked her to join her brother's company back then, but she had declined because she would not accept any favor.

Elsa had been angry with her, just like Britney. Since then, she had not kept in touch with her.

Abigail became agitated when she looked at the company's name.

Life had brought her to the point where she had to beg the man she had previously refused to accept his favor.

'What would he think about me?'

Abigail was embarrassed. She couldn't approach him about a job.

"No, no… I cannot."

She put the phone down. Her agitation grew. After some deliberation, she decided she should at least talk to him.

Maybe he would give her a job suitable for her.

"I will go see him," she murmured.