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“Give me two minutes,” I added and removed the seat belt. Then I stepped out and?—
“What do you think you’re doing?” KC asked.
I remembered I didn’t have my keys, so I stuck a hand inside the car again. “Let me borrow your keys. I’ll be right back.”
“Where are we going?” Noa asked from the back seat.
“To my office,” I replied.
The fact that they eyed me with disbelief-tainted anger in the first two seconds let me know how bad I’d been. For even that brief moment, they’d assumed I was going to work or to bring work home with me.
Noa was the first to switch over to hope. “Are you quitting?”
I nodded.
KC’s gaze softened, but he hadn’t run out of suspicion quite yet. “Actually quitting or cutting down?”
“Actually quitting,” I said.
KC handed over his keys. “I guess we can muster up enough energy for that trip.”
I smiled, my heart thrumming a little faster. “Let me just change into sweats and a hoodie first.”
Hell had officially frozen over.
* * *
“You okay, hon?” KC asked.
I swallowed and offered an automatic nod, only to remember that bullshitting with the people I loved had gotten me into this mess, so I shook my head. Right around the same time KC drove us down into the same garage where I’d parked my car for almost eighteen years.
I’d once been a lowly intern here.
Floor by floor, I’d climbed all the way up to my corner office on the sixteenth floor, overlooking the Potomac and DC. Where I also had a nice office. The firm had expanded about seven years ago, and in DC, our clients were real estate moguls and bankers. In Virginia, they worked in finance, security, and oil.
A far cry from the investors in penny stocks where I’d started out.
I’d traveled the world on the company dime.
My work hadn’t brought me happiness in years, though. At some point, I’d lost my interest in goals and adding another zero to my bank accounts. It wasn’t as if I’d spent much of it. I’d had very little vacation time or days off. I’d pushed myself for no fucking reason. Except a sense of pride in being the best.
For what?
KC pulled into my parking spot, and I let out a breath.
It was the right time to quit and walk away, but it still unsettled me. Maybe I should think this through. Maybe I should find a compromise—for fuck’s sake, I was sick. No, I had to quit. Cold turkey. I’d already fucking tried the slow exit strategy. Something had always sucked me back in, whether it was my excuse or my boss’s.
I had to walk away.
I had nothing here but a few photos of Cam, KC, and Noa.
Please choose us.
“We can do this another day when you’ve rested up more,” KC murmured.
I shook my head.
No, I had to do it now.
