CH 5- Resignation Letter
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STACEY gave her a goofy grin. Her little sister seemed to be celebrating something she wasn't aware of. The smile on her face never left her since her visit. She knew well enough that her genius sister was planning something. She remembered when they were in college. Stacey locked her out of their apartment when their handsome neighbor took her to go clubbing. She pretended to be asleep and so Gail had no choice but to apologetically crash over their neighbor's apartment. That night was wild but it sadly never happened again.
"Did you secretly wrap and orgsm to give to me tonight? You're creeping me out."
Stacey cackled up before unsnapping her seat belt. "Thank you for the lunch and the ride." She pushed the door and stepped out. Poking her head back she said, "See you tonight, sister!!!" She blew her a kiss and slammed the door shut.
Yup! Something definitely is up. She's not complaining at all. The last time her sister behaved that way, she got a warm wet ride to work!
Turning the car around, she drove back to work. And fast, because her watch tells her she's only got 10 minutes.
Luckily for her, the devil showed up an hour after her so her risk of getting her head bitten off was lessened. And surely, she had more time to calm herself down enough to face him again after their delightful silent conversation. It wasn't just her. She watched him watch her legs uncomfortably wiggle under his stare. His eyes seemed to understand her discomfort. If everything has just been in her imagination then maybe he was just doing some sort of exercise with his legs, which he doesn't need because he was just as stoic as the word itself.
She didn't expect what time he'd be in, so when he entered, unannounced, her eyes briefly met his but he avoided her just as briefly. He passed by her table like a whiff of an exhale and slammed the door behind him. Thirty seconds after he got in, a "Miss Mason," exploded from the inside.
What in the name of knots did his panties rolled into?
"Come here!"
As if she wasn't already on her feet, rolling her eyes, as she stomped towards his door. She cast each of the onlookers an apologetic stare and tried her best to shut the door softly hoping to delay his scolding her. But as she turned around, she couldn't ignore wanting to step out. With the way the devil was glaring at her, she was sure she wanted to eat him, but not in the way she wanted.
"What's the meaning of this?" He calmly said dropping the Letters folder on the table.
What's the meaning of what? She eyed the culprit. "The communication letter you asked?"
He eerily studied her before dropping on his chair. "I didn't ask you to resign."
Resign? A small frown creased on her forehead. What resign? She reached for the folder and opened it. Her eyes widened at the RESIGNATION LETTER, Verdana, bold, printed across the first page. What the hell? Whose is this? Whoever did this didn't need to put it on a folder because Hitler didn't deserve that.
"This isn't mine!" She croaked.
"It's certainly not mine either." Adolf huffed, crossing his legs while his arms latched to the chair's arms.
She didn't know what to make of his serious demeanor. Maybe he was mad. Maybe he was glad. Never mind! To be honest, if she were ever to leave, she would brush it to his face. She'd give him a verbal diarrhea about the long list of reasons why she was leaving. She huffed but turned to the next page. True enough it was addressed to him. She scanned the pages looking for a name and a signature. Then flipped through the document until the last page. She found none. Too late for her to realized that the RESIGNATION LETTER has many pages.
"If it's not your, then whose?"
"That I'm trying to find out." Or you can find out on your own, Brute! "I'll just read it."
Mr. Adolf Gauss, CEO, Gauss Internationals.
This is to inform you that I have had enough of your rigid, ball-twisting...
Gail paused looking up. Whoever wrote this just signed for his own death sentence. Adolf nodded. She gulped.
...and agitating, dicatatorship.
Adolf appeared bored as he nodded again.
I can't take it any longer. I suffer day and night, thinking, twisting, turning, and thinking. To leave or not to leave. On the positive side:
1. I'll be free from the stress and the mental abuse.
2. I can spend more time with family.
3. I can find better job opportunities with a recommendation letter.
4. I will have time to date hot guys.
5. I am FREEEEE!
Gail didn't notice she was nodding with vigorous agreement at every single item. She seemed to forget that she was reading it aloud and the devil it was intended for had every opportunity to slaughter him. She continued.
On the negative side:
1. I don't have much savings to look for another job. Gail sighed.
2. Another long adjustment to my body and soul.
"True," she mumbled.
3. My boss might be that good-looking and....
She trailed off. Hey btch! You can't say that. No! What in the name...She looked up.
Adolf kept on his poker face, which meant she could go on.
...and yum.
- Writer
