Well, it happened 2 days ago.
Basically no heated words of any sort was exchanged. He didn't get what he wanted, which was to get me to leave on my own accord. Hell, why should I when I am overperforming going by the official standards?
I honestly have no idea what is going on in his own sick mind. Because I refused to be pawed by him? Can't reach his imaginary target which is 6 times that of the official target? Or that he can't mould me like he did to his 2 lackeys?
I guess I won't ever know.
Anyway, he spent a good 1.5 hours trying to convince me why I should leave on my own accord, while I played and twirled with my (super) long hair, telling him I prefer him to do it the official way (which he could not cos I have exceeded the official standard).
While I cursed obscenities in my head, he was a picture of calm, though I think he would have loved to hurl a swear word or 2 at me. Received a few hastily written emails from him right after the session that made my life even more miserable than it is. Was on the verge of fainting at the staircase while I cursed and swore over the phone with my friend. Well, could have been the fever or the blood rushing up to my head. It was that dramatic.
It all ended rather civilly after that, but it was all a pretense. He even offered me chocolate (*rolls eyes*) for tea break. The bloody agonising day ended with him telling me to see a doctor and me telling him "bye".
I think I have exceeded my own expectations. I am amazed I did not cuss at him and instead held back my tongue, behaved civilly and even blardy smiled at him, and had the wits to collect my thoughts before I did anything that I would regret. It must be the $ or that I have 'grown up'. Ha.
Every single toe he had stepped in the past is coming back to bite him in his arse (ok ok, not 'every', but at least 4 sets of toes including mine).
They say never to force a dog to a corner right?
Stay tuned.
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