"Is that it?" Rachel asked, taking a pile of papers from a scowling Eddie.
"Yes"
"You've quit. Surely you have more at home than this"
"I said I'll work the three months" he replied flatly.
"Lucky me" she turned and took a few steps inside so she could drop the documents on the table.
"Well if you're planning on replacing me quickly, I'm all ears. The sooner the better" he spat.
"Cut the crap, Eddie"
"Me? Seriously?"
"God, what do you want from me? A groveling apology, a lengthy sob story, something to make it a fraction more palatable for you?"
"It might be nice to know I'm not-" he stopped for a moment. "Am I a terrible judge of character?" He said. She frowned, offended.
"I've already told you, I was seventeen and it was hell. Do you seriously need the… I didn't just get bored one day" she said.
"So you didn't have a choice?"
"I didn't say that, I just-" she groaned in frustration. "I was a kid, the only thing I knew was that I couldn't go home".
"Why?" He demanded.
"I… that's none of your business"
"Rachel!"
"No, stop, I'm not getting into that" she said sternly. Something about her reluctance softened him but he didn't let his face show it. Whatever it was, he presumed it was bad.
"If this comes out Rachel" his head shook.
"Yeah, I know" she screwed her eyes closed for a second.
"It will. You're in denial" he said, exasperated.
"And none of it is any of your concern because you quit" she shrugged.
"For god sake. Can't you just be honest? Be honest with me and I can try and help you" he pleaded.
"I don't… need your help. I'm fine" she said.
"You're obviously a good liar, but that wasn't your best work" he spat before turning on his heel and leaving. She closed the door and tried to take calming breaths but it was hopeless. A few tears stray slipped down her cheeks.