“What’s this, Chloe?” Mr. Bailey asked angrily.
He was seated imposingly in his chair. His questioning eyes were on her.
Chloe kept her expression indifferent, as if she was determined to do that. She was standing on her feet, in front of his desk.
“It’s my resignation letter. I quit.” She simply said, keeping her eyes on his.
“Are you f**king kidding me?” he was really mad.
Mr. Bailey got up and started to walk around the room. Chloe was quiet, still in the same position.
“Why?” he had a dry tone. “Who do you think you are?”
Suddenly Mr. Bailey was right behind her, talking low in her ear. “I won’t let you quit.”
He was clearly trying to control his anger. Chloe trembled.
“I don’t wanna work here anymore.” she tried to remain confident.
“Are you doing it because of the proposa
