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He frowns but leans back in his chair. “Okay, then. What can I do for you, Lia?”
I take an envelope out of my clutch and slide it across to him. “Accept my resignation letter.”
His frown deepens and he snatches the letter from the desk, ripping it open. His eyes read over the letter and then he looks up at me. “Is this about the promotion? You didn’t get it so you’re quitting? That’s the way it happens sometimes, sweetheart.”
I roll my lips inward so I can say what I need to say without looking like the emotional female he’s expecting to see. “No, this has nothing to do with the promotion,” I say, my voice cold as ice. “Though we both know I deserved it, that’s neither here nor there now.”
I lift my chin and look down at the man I once looked to for guidance in my career.
What a joke.
“I’ve learned all I can learn from you, Mr. Warren. If I’m being honest, that ship sailed several years ago when I realized you skate through life at the expense of others and their hard work. Trust me when I tell you that I couldn’t be more happy to have been passed over. You did me a favor.”
“What if I don’t accept your resignation?”
My smile is dark and feral. “You will. We both know that I know more than I should, don’t we?”
His face pales before turning a deep red. “Resignation accepted. Now get the hell out of my office.”
I smile and turn on my heel. I get to the door when he says my name.
He points at me. “Don’t come crawling back to me when you can’t find a job.”
I send him another dark smile. “Not even if I were bleeding and had to crawl through glass.”
The door closes behind me, and I walk through reception with a grin on my face.
I head to the elevators but decide to make a quick detour back to the receptionist.
Her face is pinched as I lean forward over her desk. “If I were you, I’d get tested. No telling where Mr. Warren’s dick’s been lately.”
Her mouth drops open and I can’t stop the laughter that bubbles up.
One string tying me here snipped away. One more to go and then I’m free.
I hear blondie’s heels click down the hall toward her boss’s office and then the door slams.
I grin.
Merry Christmas, asshole.
ELEVEN
Jake
“Merry Christmas, Jake.”
I wave at the guys without looking up from the computer screen as they head out.
It’s Christmas Eve, and after a slow morning, I decided to shut down at noon.
If I’d had my way, I would’ve shut the place down and left town for a little bit. My attitude has been shit for days now.
When I do talk to people, which isn’t often, it comes out more like a growl than actual words.
The guys in the shop caught on and took over for me after the second day of my grunting, then proceeded to steer clear of me.
With a sigh, I shove away from the desk and lock up the lobby, not wanting to look around.
