"Mr. Johnson, I wanted to discuss the termination agreement with you."
Simon let out a cold chuckle on the other end.
"Miss Clarke didn't read it?"
Amelia's jaw tightened. "I did."
"Then what part are you confused about?"
She took a steadying breath. "I just want to resign properly. If it makes things easier, I can hold off until you find someone to take over."
Simon's tone turned icy, the kind that chilled through the phone. Amelia could feel how annoyed he was.
"This isn't a charity, Miss Clarke. You signed that contract, which means you stick to it."
Amelia's fists clenched. "Mr. Johnson, back at the club, you clearly agreed to let me leave."
Simon's mind immediately flashed back to that moment—Amelia accepting Anselme's offer.
His expression darkened in
