You're resigning from your job.

After a long 4 years, you've decided you wanted to try something new, rather than office work.

You're giving your boss your two weeks notice today.

He gives you the queue to come in.

His eyes immediately fall onto the paper in your hands.

"Mr. Naryian I'm very grateful for all you've taught me these years, but I'm open for new opportunities." You hand him the paper.

His face immediately falls and he avoids your eyes.

"You can leave." He finally speaks.

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You're starting work at your new workplace.

And you're meeting your new boss.

You knock on the front door, fixing your skirt.

You lift your eyes, only to meet a familiar pair. Iz was your new boss, again.