I take another step away, just to be sure, as I gather what remains of my dignity. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“I have work to do.” I bend to retrieve the notebook I dropped when I pushed him away, using the moment to compose myself. “Is there anything else you need, Mr. Akopov?”
The formal title hits him viciously. I see it in the way he flinches, almost imperceptibly.
“No.” His voice turns cold again. “That will be all, Ms. St. Clair.”
I walk out of his office on shaky legs, closing the door behind me.
At my desk, I open my laptop and pull up the resignation letter again. This time, the words come easier.
Please accept this letter as formal notification that I am resigning from my position as Executive Assistant with Akopov Industries. My last day will be...
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