Revenge Backfired
Lily strolled leisurely down the empty corridor of the office building. The silence was broken only by the soft echo of her footsteps and the distant hum of the lifts beyond the far side of the floor. The clock on the wall read ten to eightshed stayed nearly two hours late, but it hardly felt like a burden now. Inside, a rare, soothing sense of accomplishment warmed her: the project shed poured her soul into for the last three months was finally complete.
Unbidden, her mind drifted back to it. Oh, what a ride these three months had been! The client from day one had been peculiar, to say the least. One day he demanded one style, the next a total about-face. His requirements changed so frequently, the team had begun to joke, If you hear his name, hold your breath and brace yourself. Several colleagues developed nervous tics from the constant strainnever-ending edits, abrupt whims.
But it was over now. The final document was signed, the last report sent, and before long, everyone involved would receive a generous bonus in their paycheck. That thought made her smilejustice, at last, would be served.
Lily, youre still here? It’s so late already!
She turned. Of courseit was Sam. The young graduate from the next department, whod been showing up in her orbit with surprising regularity for months now. Every time, he managed some reason to chata question about a report, some software query, or just a chance encounter at the coffee machine.
Lily gave a polite smile. He was a nice lad, but the age gapa good two decadesmade his subtle attempts to court her feel faintly absurd. She appreciated his friendliness, but nonetheless couldn’t fathom why he persisted with these gentle, but obvious approaches. He seemed clever enough to know nothing more than professional rapport could exist between them.
Yes, just a little late, she replied calmly, keeping her tone warm yet neutral. But Ive just closed the project.
Sam edged closer, hands buried deep in his suit trouser pockets. His eyes shone with a mix of genuine concern and hope for conversation.
Wow, congratulations! Everyone said that client was he paused, searching for the word, challenging. But still, you shouldnt stay so late!
Lily gave a wry chuckle. Challenging was putting it mildly. But now, all the drama seemed less significant. Success had a way of smoothing over the rough patches.
Not to worry. The team can relax now. Her voice was even and measured. In her mind, she reminded herself to tread carefully with her words. If she said the wrong thing, he might take it the wrong waya single misstep could turn the conversation into something awkward.
Let me give you a lift? Didnt your car break down? Sam blurted, a touch too eager, as if hed waited long in anticipation to offer. His hope was plain, his face open with genuine eagerness to be of help.
Lily sighed inwardly. Sam, you look like a golden retriever waiting for a pat, she mused with gentle irony. The excitement lit in his eyes, his body angled forward as if he might bounce with anticipationit was sweet, but she had no intention of encouraging false hope.
Thank you, but Ive already ordered a cab, she said, careful to keep her tone courteous yet detached. Taking a subtle step sideways, she aimed to sidestep Sam and head for the exit.
But immediately he cut off her path, arm outstretched.
Its not safe! he exclaimed, frowning with earnest worry. You never know whos driving those taxis. Could be anyone, really
Lily paused, surprised by the strength of his reaction. She saw he was being sincere; his anxiety for her was genuine, almost desperate.
Sam, she said firmly, Ill be fine. Its just a cab, nothing to worry about.
She tried again to slip past, more determined this time, but Sam retreated only a pace and persisted:
But I can get you there safely! My cars fine, Im a careful driver
Ive been using this company for years and always get the same driver, she said with gentle finality, as though explaining to a child. She spoke softly, yet decisively, hoping hed take the hint: her decision was made. And besides, its rude to keep someone waiting for no reason, so Ill head out, alright?
Her words were calm, not curt, but they carried a firmness she could no longer conceal. She didn’t want to be harsh, but had no desire to continue this dance.
Skirting past Samwho now stood crestfallenLily headed for the entrance. She felt his eyes boring into her back, and could picture the look: disappointed, hurt, perhaps a touch bewildered. But there was really no other way.
As she walked, her mind whirled with thoughts about boundaries and how difficult they could be to defend. If Sam werent the finance directors son, things would be much simpler. She could just say, Sorry, but Im not interested, and that would be the end. But it required delicacy, a careful negotiation of every tight bend.
It wasnt fair to lead the lad onit would be dishonest. But a blunt refusal could bring trouble at work. Lily knew well enough how the company cherished its family connections, and that to upset the bosss son was more than awkwarda potential problem for everyone.
For Sam, no refusal is polite enoughhes just not used to hearing no, she thought wryly. His well-meant, if misplaced, concern was almost touching, but that made it harder.
Outside, the cool English evening air met her. The cab was already waiting by the porticoher usual driver nodding through the window. Sliding into the back seat, Lily glanced once at the building, thinking, Lets hope he doesnt follow, like last time
The ride home stretched ahead, blissfully quiet after the exhausting encounter. Leaning back, she closed her eyes, resolved to put thoughts of Sam far from her mind. Tomorrow, work beckoneda world where everything made much more sense
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The companys thirtieth anniversary do was held in a high-end restaurant. The spacious hall glittered, tables set with exquisite food, light music threading through the air. The staffalmost always reservedunwound tonight: jokes flying, laughter rising, glasses of champagne clinking all around.
Lily kept to the edges rather than join boisterous clusters, sipping sparkling water and exchanging the odd pleasantry. The evening ambled along pleasantlyuntil Sam appeared in her line of sight.
Hed started the night unobtrusively, but with each new glass in hand, he grew bolder. First, glances her way, then drifting closer, then finally, slightly swaying, he strode right up to her, emboldened by drink and intensity.
I’ve made up my mind! Sam declared loudly, over the partys general din as he stopped beside her. Were getting married next month. Youll move in with me, quit work, wait for me at home!
The words were so unexpected and absurd, Lily froze. She stared at Sam, trying to discern a jokebut his eyes were wild with a certainty, his posture rigid with awkward bravado.
Before she could react, he leaned in, making as if to kiss her.
In a flash, Lily jerked away, nearly sending her glass flying across the tablecloth.
Her face blazed with indignation. All the months of awkwardness, forced smiles, coy refusalsthe sideways looks from colleagues whispering about Sams affectionsall of it burst forth, demanding release.
What do you think you’re doing?! Her voice, usually soft and controlled, rang sharply above the crowd, silencing those nearby. What wedding? What are you even talking about?
Sam stammered, but Lily cut him off cold:
Thats enough! She spoke clearly, not caring who heard now. Your silly attempts have made me uncomfortable for ages. Ive hinted time and again, but you seem determined to ignore it! I put up with the office gossip, made excuses, bit my tongue
Her words tumbled out, laced with exhaustion and frustration.
You know what? She took a step toward him, staring him down. If you wont leave me alone, Ill quit. I dont need to work in a place where Im constantly dodging unwanted proposals and putting up with rudeness!
The hush at the tables deepened; glasses hovered mid-air, some whispered behind hands, others tried to seem busy admiring the woodwork. But Lily didnt notice. She was finally saying what needed to be said, feeling a massive weight drop from her shoulders.
Sam stood stunned, all his confidence draining away, replaced by confusion or maybe even fear. He opened his mouth but nothing came.
Think on it, Lily snapped, then spun on her heel and stormed towards the corridor, leaving Sam standing in a ring of mortified witnesses and an awkward silence.
Alone by the window in a dim passage, Lily tried to steady her breath, her hands trembling. Anger still thrummed through her. The scene shed just lived through played in her minds eye over and over. She exhaled long and hard, turning toward a colleague who stood silently nearby, and finally she broke:
I cant stand that Im supposed to tolerate that little upstart, just because his mothers a senior manager! her voice shook with restrained fury. As if I cant get another job with my experienceoffers come in all the time! Ten years in the profession, solid references, portfolio And here Im expected to put up with a boy who cant even handle being told no!
She clenched her fists, staring into the blackness beyond the pane, seeing her flushed face and fierce eyes reflected back.
Before her colleague could reply, a steely, authoritative voice filled the corridor:
No need to resign.
Lily turned, startled. Approaching swiftly was Mrs. Victoria Clarkthe tall, impeccably dressed director in navy-blue. The older womans face was set in seriousness, eyes glinting with resolve.
I apologise for my son, she continued, stopping by Lily. I never thought it would get this far. Ill transfer him to another branch first thing tomorrow. This isnt just awkward anymoreits disgraceful.
At that moment, a mutinous cry rang from the ballroom:
Stop deciding for me! Sam, rather battered and red-faced, stumbled from the crowd to stand beside his mother, his eyes flashing with defiance. Im not going to the branch! I wont accept this rejection! You hear me, Lily? Ill get even!
Lily paled. She meant to reply, but the words stuck in her throat and a cold knot of dread formed inside her.
Victoria Clark promptly turned to her son, her expression growing even stonier.
Hes had too much, she said in clipped tones, addressing now the security chap lurking in the corner, who edged closer at her signal. Would you escort him out, please? See him to his car.
The security officer nodded, advancing on Sam, who looked as if hed protestbut his mothers icy glare, combined with the guards silent authority, saw him off. Out a side door he went, grumbling under his breath, leaving the corridor in sudden peace.
Victoria turned back to Lily, her stern composure punctured by genuine regret.
My apologies again, she said softly. Ill make sure nothing like this happens again. You have my word.
With a brief, exhausted nod, Victoria headed back into the party, leaving Lily and her colleague alone where all that drama had just unfoldedscenes neither of them would soon forget.
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Mum, Im in love! cried Millie, dashing into the lounge, her face aglow, eyes shining with sheer delight, a smile so broad Lily couldn’t help grinning, too. Millie flopped onto the sofa, curling her legs beneath her, barely able to contain herself. Hes wonderful: so considerate, so kind really perfect!
Lily, standing by the window with her tea, smiled softly. She was glad to see her daughter so happyof late, Millie had seemed preoccupied, but now her whole face sparkled.
So whats this paragons name? Lily asked, striving for calm composure, though she felt a rush of warmth inside.
Sam! Millie sighed dreamily, oblivious to how her mother started at the name. Hes really great, Mum! My friends are so enviousthey say hes a real catch.
Lily slowly set her cup down. Instantly, memories flashed: the persistent advances, that uncomfortable office drama, the humiliating evening at the company do She inhaled, masking her dismay.
And when do I get to meet him, then? Lily asked, raising an eyebrow. Normally, she prided herself on respecting her daughters privacy. But now, she couldn’t help feeling left outher friends had all met this Sam already, but she hadn’t even seen his face.
In a week! exclaimed Millie. Ill bring him to Grans birthday. Hell meet you, Dad, the whole family. Its seriousproperly serious. Weve weve even talked about marriage.
Lily froze. She felt a hard knot in her chest, but quickly composed herself. Best not to shatter Millies happy illusions with hasty words. Best to wait, listen, stay calm.
I look forward to meeting the man who makes my daughter so happy, she said, forcing a smile.
Millie leapt up, scurrying over to embrace her.
Youre the best, Mum, Millie whispered into her neck. Im so glad I can tell you everything!
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Saturday dawned with great hustle and bustle at the familys country house. GranMabel Thompsonfluttered in the kitchen, making sure every last detail was ready for the guests. The scent of fresh scones and Victoria sponge drifted through the air, while strains of music boomed from the sitting room, where the younger cousins insisted no party was complete without their playlist.
By lunchtime, the family began to arrive. Some brought homemade chutneys, others armfuls of flowers, the youngest dashed off exploring old garden corners. Gradually, the house filled with banter, laughter, the scraping of chairs and the clinking of glasses.
By the time everyone had taken their seats in the grand dining room, the crowd numbered over thirtyexclusively family and close friends: uncles, aunts, cousins, old neighbours. Lively conversations and laughter ebbed and flowed, punctuated by the chime of wineglasses and the tinkle of forks on fine china. Even passing ramblers outside could hear the celebratory din.
Mabelseated at the tables headkept glancing at the door; Millie and her boyfriend were late. Soon enough, her phone pinged: Were on our waystart without us! Gran chuckled and waved her hand.
Well then, lets raise a glass to the start of the party! she beamed. Our latecomers will join us in a bit.
The meal was in full swing when the front door swung open; in strode Millie, radiant with happiness, clutching the hand of a confident young man.
Here we are! Millie called out, drawing all eyes. This is my fiancé, Sam! She squeezed his hand, beaming with pride.
The guests turned, offered smiles and greetings, and a couple whipped out their phones for photos.
Lily, seated not far away, went cold. She could scarcely believe her eyes. Standing before her was Samthe same tenacious colleague whose behaviour at the office party had caused so much humiliation. It hit her with horror: her daughter had fallen for this man.
Sam, as if on purpose, looked straight at her, a smug smile flickering across his lips. His gaze brimmed with triumph. He remembered, she knew, the public slap-down at the company party. And now, through Millie, he could enter the family, exact a small revengebecome her son-in-law, with newfound power.
A pleasure, Im Sam, he began, stepping forward to shake Grans hand at the head of the table.
But before he could complete his greeting, Lily shot out of her seat. Her face flamed with anger, her voice rang out loud enough to still every fork and conversation:
Out. Now. Nick, throw him out, and dont be gentle! Thinking he could get his revenge on me through my daughter!
Thunderstruck silence fell across the room. Guests froze mid-toast; some shifted awkwardly, others stared into their lap.
Mum? Millies voice trembled as her eyes darted between Sam and Lily, distress welling in her tone. What are you saying? Whats happening?
Ignoring the startled faces, Lily confronted Sam, sparking with fury.
Thats the same foolish lad who made a scene at our companys party! she spat. Mrs. Clark said she’d deal with you! Promised youd be transferred! And what, instead you come sniffing around my family for payback?
Sam turned noticeably paler, searching for words. But Millie interrupted:
Thats the one Sam, you mean you really harassed my mother? In front of everyone at work? Her voice faltered, her disbelief written clear.
Sam clenched his fists, face contorted in wounded pride and wrath:
So you told her? he shot at Lily, wounded to the core. How could you make me look a fool in front of your own daughter?
A sudden, robust laugh split the tensionNick, Lilys brother, let out a belly-laugh that shook the table. Well, Millie, what a bloke youve found for yourself! I saw that public proposalnearly died laughing! Thought it was just a wind-upnever guessed it would come to this! His laughter rang on, breaking the ice.
One by one, the other guests joined intentatively at first, then more heartily. Suppressed giggles gave way to infectious hilarity. Aunt Sally dabbed at her eyes, Uncle George tapped his wine glass as if to cue a chorus.
Millie stood rooted, eyes flicking over the laughing faces in confusion and, bit by bit, dawning comprehension. She remembered Sams pompous speeches, his self-important bravadosuddenly, the whole ridiculousness of it all caught up to her.
And then she laughed, too. Quiet at first, then uncontrollablea cathartic, teary laughter that washed away her last illusions.
Meanwhile, Sam, crimson-cheeked with humiliation, stood by the doorway. His fists clenched, eyes blazinghed hoped for recognition, for respect, for the chance to play the hero. Instead, he got derision, giggles, and a few whispers too many.
He turned on his heel, slammed the garden gate behind him, the cackle of laughter echoing as he disappeared.
The plan hed nursed for monthsrevenge through Lilys daughter, a creeping victorycrashed spectacularly. Now, his shame was legend, his name bound forever to this family farce.
The laughter slowly faded. Uncle George, still smiling, came up to Millie and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Never mind, love, he said warmly. Well find you a gent worth your timea sense of humour and a brain to match, no melodrama required.
Laughter broke out againwithout malice, just warmth and solidarity. Soon, the guests were swapping other family stories, or suggesting a return to puddings.
Millie wiped her cheeksno longer from sadness, but from relief and mirth. Looking around the table, at all those welcoming, fond faces, she realised: everything truly had worked out for the best.
