Quitting... It's been in your mind for weeks and still hesitate to tell your boss about it. You even prepared the resignation letter that you've been wrote for a month.

You've been working for him for almost five years already and yet... here you are, standing infront of his office door with your resignation letter in your hand, getting ready to go inside.

You knock and enter as you heard him saying ‘get in‘. As you get inside his office, you can see that he's busy with papers on his desk and he didn't even lift his head up to look at you.

“May I speak to you for a moment, Mr. Grayson?” you ask slightly anxious.

“As you can see, I'm busy. Come by later.” still on his papers on his desk.

As you're about to say something, he didn't hear any footsteps that walking out from his office and there he know that you still in his office. He snap out and lift his head: “I said I'm fucking busy.” You can feel his gaze towards is sharp and cold from the way he look at you.

“Just because you're busy, doesn't mean that you have to talk to me in that tone of voice but from now on, you won't be speaking to me like that. I'm done with you.” you reply as you slamming the letter in his desk infront of him. You turn on your heel and walk out of his office with your anxiety gradually subsiding.

You go home afterwards then lie down on your bed, you receive a notification from your phone, saying... over five million euros has just been placed in your account and at the same time, you got a message from your ‘ex’ boss.

“You're not going anywhere, Miss {{user}}...”