Chapter 42 Get Lost
Chapter 42 Get Lost
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“You’re planning to go out and get a job? That’s not going to work. Haven’t you been unemployed ever since graduation? You’ve got no experience–what can you even do?” Susan imagined running into Freya working at a cashier or in a supermarket, and that mental image gave her a twisted sense of satisfaction. “Good jobs aren’t easy to come by. The only things left are the ones that don’t need any real skills. You think you can handle that?”
Freya gave her a strange look. “What’s so hard about that? At the very least, I’m a proper graduate from a top university. Sure, I’ve never worked before, but I can learn. I’ve got all the basic skills–like English. And I’ve got solid subject knowledge too. I’m good.”
That reminded Susan–Freya had gotten into a top school on her own merit. It was only after that she’d crossed paths with Louis and Clement. In contrast, Susan herself had been a poor student who had to rely on her family to send her overseas and buy credentials. Her mood instantly soured, but she wasn’t about to back down.
“Sure, education matters. But so does experience. You’re only just starting now–there’s no way you can compete with fresh grads. It’s not going to be easy.”
I’ll give it a shot. If I could get into a top school, adapting to a simple job can’t possibly be harder than the SATs, right?” Freya added, as if suddenly reminded:
“Oh–look at me, bringing this up in front of you. Sorry about that. It’s understandable you wouldn’t know much about this sort of thing. After all, you’ve never had to work. I really envy you, Susan. You get to rely on your family, and one day you’ll marry someone who can support you too. You don’t need to do anything at all—just live your life without worries. Must be so nice.”
In other words, you’re just a useless person who has to rely on others to survive, huh? Susan had to fight hard not to let her expression twist in fury. No wonder her life turned out so pathetic–she can’t even talk like a normal person.
But Freya was feeling quite pleased with herself. These days weren’t like the past, when women didn’t have to lift a finger and could still be doted on. Now, rich men were more calculating than women. If a woman didn’t have abilities of her own, even if she married well thanks to her family background, her husband wouldn’t truly respect her. Just look at all those sidelined wives and daughters–wasn’t that exactly what happened to them?
Maybe a father could still put up with a useless daughter. But once you became someone’s wife and had no competence? It was almost inevitable that some other woman from the outside would step in and take your place in public. Meanwhile, you’d be left with nothing but a title-“Mrs. So–and–so“-and become a laughingstock in upper–class society.
There was no way someone as proud as Susan could tolerate a future like that. But she was so insufferable–never once had she spoken a single kind or respectful word from the beginning. So Freya made it her mission to jab at her every chance she got. What, did she think I’m an easy target?
The two of them exchanged subtle attacks, both knowing exactly what the other was doing, but neither breaking the thin veneer of civility. The difference was, Susan kept hitting places Freya didn’t care about, while Freya’s barbs landed squarely on Susan’s sore spots.
By the time they parted ways, Freya was glowing with satisfaction, while Susan was nearly boiling over from the pressure.
Before leaving, Freya even made sure to remind her. “Don’t forget to send the money.” Susan, thinking she could use another meeting to flex her superiority and fish for more information later, nodded and reluctantly transferred 100,000 dollars. Freya pocketed the money and happily headed home.
