"What?" I almost yell at him and my palms start to get sweaty. I'm going to leave my home. To go and work for him.
"You see Agent David, this is what happens..." He shrugs his shoulder. My short temper snaps and I retaliate.
"When what happens? When you become so much of an idiotic father that your son became a psychopath and decided to kill a federal agent? That your youngest daughter and my mother died trying to escape from YOU! That I hate you so much that I would prefer to stay in another country than be anywhere near you!" At this point I'm almost screaming down the ear piece. "I have worked at Mossad since I was 3 years old and I have hated every single second of if because I have had to put up without you for so many years. Everyone hates you, no one likes you. When I left, the statistics for the whole agency fell by 25% because they didn't have me to stick up for them! What? You think that they don't call me every day, half of them having full on panic attacks because they are so terrified of you! Do you think it makes me feel guilty because the people I grew up with and trusted for the vast majority of my life are so petrified of you that they are continuously texting and calling me because they can't handle the stress you are putting them under and i can't even do anything! And now you are calling me to say that I have to be taken away from a place where I consider home and leave people that are more of a family to me in 6 years than you have been in my whole life? Screw that. You can fire me, chuck me out of Mossad but at the end of the day I am never going back to you and I would rather die than work for Mossad again."
"So you would prefer to be fired from Mossad so that you can work at that American agency?"
"Yes, and don't you even think about talking about this agency like that because this agency is better than what yours will ever be."
"So you want to be fired?"
"Please do." I say coldly and watch as the shock registers onto his face.
"Well bye then and I don't want too hear from you again." He returns the bitter manner.
"Bye," I smile at him. Just before he switches off I quickly stop him. "Oh and by the way director,"
"What?"
"1) I'm changing my name back to my maiden name so that I can never be associated with you again and 2) your replacement for me is shit." I smirk, take the ear piece out and and storm out of MTAC making eye contact with nobody.
