“You didn’t hurt— God, you’re such a— You didn’t ‘hurt my feelings,’ okay? I would never give you that power over me.” I take a step back when he saunters toward me to maintain distance. “If anything, you clarified them. I’ve been killing myself for this company and all you did this morning was show me that that sacrifice was neither respected nor worthwhile. So I’m out. I want away from you before you finish doing what you so clearly enjoy doing, which is ruining the lives of everyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with you.”
Instead of answering, he does something I don’t expect: He takes my resignation letter and starts tearing it. Strip by strip, my angry words become confetti.
And my jaw drops. “What are you—”
“‘No’? What does ‘no’ mean?”
“No, you can’t quit.” He dumps t
