Elena’s POV
I slammed the resignation letter on the HR desk like it was a winning poker hand.
“I need this to be processed, please,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Today.”
The HR manager, a tiny woman with big glasses, blinked up at me. She adjusted her frames and gave me the kind of pitying smile doctors give before bad news.
“I’m sorry, Miss Hart. Resignations must be approved directly by Mr. Dax himself. Until he returns from his trip, you’ll need to remain in position.”
Her words hit like cold water down my back.
“Are you serious?” I asked. “So I’m just… stuck?”
She nodded, almost apologetic, before turning back to her screen like I was already invisible.
I walked out, my heels clicking like gunshots against the marble. Every step screamed the same t
