Chapter Twenty-Three
Mari
The following Monday, I went into work, entered Leslie’s office after a single knock, and handed her my letter of resignation.
Too bad she didn’t even look up when I entered. She was just typing away on her computer. She waved a hand at me.
“Sit down. I’ll be with you in a second.”
I sat down. Five minutes passed in silence, Leslie ignoring me entirely. Two more minutes passed.
Finally, I stood up and set the letter on her keyboard, forcing her to recognize my existence.
“What is this?”
“I’m quitting,” I said.
Leslie picked up the letter, dangling it from her fingers like I’d handed her a dead bird.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m quitting.”
Sighing, Leslie set the letter down, not even bothering to open it. She steepled her fingers and gestured for me to sit down.
