I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

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The east side is yours, and the west side is mine. Is he a preschooler marking

down his territory with crayons? How immature, Isabella grumbled internally.

Unfortunately, she had no other choice but to watch as Seth made himself

comfortable in his designated area. Since the living arrangements were

already settled and she wasn’t the owner of the apartment, she could only

retreat to her bedroom while remaining on high alert.

She locked the bedroom door and even placed a pile of items near the door

to prevent Seth from getting any ideas in the middle of the night.

To her surprise, the next few hours passed by in complete silence. Seth hadn’t

made a move. Perhaps I’m overthinking things.

However, she could hear noises coming from outside her room when it was

nearly midnight. She strained her ears to listen to what he was doing. It

seemed that he had gone to the kitchen.

She pursed her lips and thought disdainfully, There’s no way he knows how to

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cook. Well, it doesn’t matter. I’m certainly not going to help him out.

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Just as she was reveling in her schadenfreude, her phone buzzed.

It was a voice message from Seth. “Get supper ready in 20 minutes.”

She was rendered speechless by his audacity. It’s already after office hours!

The Isabella Doors are closed!

As she held her phone, she felt a strong urge to pretend she hadn’t seen the

message.

Unfortunately, he soon sent her a text message.

‘Don’t you dare pretend that you didn’t receive my message. Don’t make me

knock on your door.

Isabella was at a loss for words once more. She took a deep breath and

clenched her hands, reminding herself to stay calm.

Then, she opened the door and stormed out in frustration. Yet, she couldn’t

find him in the living room.

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she found a half-empty glass of water on

else

minutes was enough time for her to make him a simple

seethed in fury, she looked through the cabinets and

pasta available in

a very picky eater who usually only ate spaghetti or fusilli. As

she would be criticized if

else.

started to panic. Nevertheless, she could only

ball as she rummaged through

into the last drawer in the kitchen, she found

inside.

the bag

pulled out two eggs so

a mediocre chef at best. So, the only food she could make well,

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pasta,

mind, she mixed the flour with some water and

she cooked the pancakes

taking out some savory jam from the

spoon, the pancakes were served

well-decorated as a dish from a

restaurant.

“Not bad.”

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wouldn’t have a chance to criticize her.

a plate in each hand to the study room, feeling.

accomplishment. Then, she gently kicked the

the door,

Clack.

creaked open.

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dressed only in a shirt with the collar gaping

him look rather relaxed

and scowled. “What’s this?”

abroad,” she lied with a smile

he replied with a scoff. “Do

unhesitant reply. After that,

some.

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throughout the afternoon and had to deal with Erin in

in the mood for food and was

now.

looked

nice.

a step back. He was going

leave

that. Nonetheless,

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as she had something

been cooking just now,

If he closed the door on her now, all her effort

wasted.

to ask Mr.

want to hear

She somehow forced her way in and past him in

of flagrant

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simply walked over to sit down on the

as though she was invisible.

swiftly mustered up her courage

him to finish eating as she was

request.

seemed that she had made the right bet, as her pancakes were