Chapter 1 - The Midnight Severance

The digital clock read 11:15 PM, marking the final stretch of an agonizingly long day. Eloin let out a long, shaky exhale, knowing she only had fifteen minutes left to push the repository to her client's servers in Europe. This multi-million dollar software deployment was her guaranteed ticket to a Senior Director promotion. Suddenly, the office door flew open and her mother-in-law, Lorelai, stood in the threshold with her face flushed a mottled red with rage, commanding her to get out into the living room immediately.
Panicked, Eloin shoved her headphones off and sprinted into the living room, where dead center on Lorelai’s prized silk Persian rug, her brother-in-law's untrained dog had left a massive, foul-smelling mess.
"Clean it up immediately," Lorelai pointed a trembling, manicured finger.
"Lorelai, please. Can I just have fifteen more minutes? I have to initiate the final server upload. If I miss this window, the whole project fails. I could lose my job!" Eloin pleaded, glancing back toward the blue glow of her laptop screen down the hall.
Lorelai’s face twisted into an ugly, contemptuous sneer. "Work. Always your stupid work. You think you’re so superior because you tap on a keyboard? You are nothing."
Without waiting for a response, Lorelai marched directly toward Eloin's home office.
"No! Stop!" Eloin screamed, sprinting after her.
It was too late. Lorelai snatched the incredibly expensive, company-issued MacBook Pro off the desk.
"Please, the code isn’t saved to the cloud yet. Please don't," Eloin begged, holding her hands up in absolute surrender.
Lorelai glared at her, her eyes devoid of empathy. "So, this little machine is more important than respecting this family?"
With a vicious, overhead motion, she hurled the laptop onto the hardwood floor with a deafening CRUNCH. Before Eloin could even breathe, Lorelai lifted her hard-soled winter boot and stomped directly into the center of the retina screen. The glass shattered and the screen went permanently black.
The commotion drew her husband, Thatcher, out of their bedroom. Eloin dropped to her knees amidst the shards of glass, looking up at the man she had surrendered her entire six-figure salary to, desperately waiting for him to defend her. Thatcher looked at the mangled laptop, then at his mother, and finally at Eloin weeping on the floor, before letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Jesus, Eloin. Why do you always have to provoke my mother? If she told you to clean the rug, you should have just cleaned the damn rug," Thatcher scolded.
"Thatcher... she destroyed my career," Eloin choked out.
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He casually shrugged his shoulders. "So, it broke. Big deal. Just buy a new one tomorrow."
In that exact second, his words pulverized her heart. The emotional tether that had held her hostage for three years severed completely. Eloin slowly pushed herself up from the floor, her tears instantly drying as she walked past him without a single word to pull out a leather duffel bag.