- 8.
Lunch was almost over. Nick finished yelling
at me, but he didn’t sign the papers. He didn’t give them back, either.
According to him, such an unprofessional document couldn’t be allowed in the firm.
Bad for the image. He had to confiscate it.
Chad was going to be so pissed when he
heard that.
Back at my desk, I didn’t waste any time.
If Nick was so critical of my work, then I’d
just say goodbye to all of it.
I drafted a resignation letter, not even
bothering to put it on his desk. I just sent it
His inbox was overflowing with work files, so I figured he wouldn’t see it for a few days.
But I was wrong.
I clicked “send,” and less than a minute later,
Nick threw open his office door.
He stood there, glaring at me.
“Lindsey, get in here.”
Chad saw Nick’s face and whispered to me.
“He’s on one today! You better watch out.
Want me to call for backup?”
I shook my head, grateful for the gesture.
I walked into Nick’s office.
SLAM The door slammed shut behind me.
I winced at the thought of the new glass panel shattering.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I glanced around the office.
Summer Snow’s powder was left open on the desk.
Nick had popped two allergy pills. The
packaging was crumpled in the trash.
Putting up with his side piece must be
infuriating.
L
“Nick, you said not to bring emotions into
work.”
“What are you doing?”
I looked at Nick.
He couldn’t hide his surprise.
It was rare to see any emotion on Nick’s face.
But the next second, he was pointing at me, telling me to get out of the firm right now if I
hated it so much.
I was waiting for those words. I smiled and
said “okay,” then turned around and started
packing up my desk.
For the first time in a long time, I felt free.
