She Handed Her Boss A Sealed Resignation Letter, B…

He sat in the morning light, jacket off, sleeves crisp, tapping at his keyboard with the confidence of a man who had never been required to wonder whether the room would listen when he spoke. “Excuse me,” I said. He did not stop typing immediately.

I waited. Finally, he looked up. “Today marks two weeks since my resignation,” I said.

“I wanted to confirm my departure date.”

Reginald leaned back and linked his fingers beneath his chin. “Let’s be honest with each other, Anita.”

The way he said my name made it sound like a warning. “We both know this little performance is nothing but attention-seeking.

Where exactly would you go?”

Heat rushed to my face. He continued before I could answer. “The Prescott grant needs finalizing by next month.