Annie Duke Quit Novels & Stories

“There’s a man, small, grey-haired who comes sometimes to fix the wine cellar thermometer. He hates Aaron. Says Aaron ruined his daughter’s wedding. Doesn’t sound like much, but he talks. People like him have loose tongues.” I pictured him: grey hair, hands that smelled of oil and vinegar, a man who said what he thought and then hid because he’d learned the hard price of speaking too loud. Even that seemed like a tall order. I had spent a life learning that most plans amount to paper when someone with a gun decides otherwise. But the ledger hummed in my pocket like a warning. “You thought of running,” Duke said when we were alone again in the kitchen, when the staff had moved on and the mans

Duke was stunned for a moment. He looked at Adeena, who was in front of him, solemnly and said, “Are you trying to do a background check on me after deciding to cooperate with Winters Corporation?” Adeena did not deny it. “The news mentioned your divorce. Is that true?” “It might be true, it might not be.” Duke sounded solemn. “We never officially divorced, but we’ve been separated for four years. Which do you think it is, then?”

Also, it gave him something to do when he wasn’t holed up in his studio with his clothes downed in paint. Duke, on the other hand, was still young. He was nine years younger than us and started working as my assistant as soon as he was done with college and I took over as CEO of Cadd Medicals. I had offered him a promotion a few times but he declined because he was happy where he was at. For some reason, he wanted to remain my assistant and I didn’t mind because he was very capable. “You talk too much,” I told him as he pulled over in the underground parking lot. “Just learn to keep your mouth shut when she’s around and we won’t have problems.”

“If you’re smart enough, then be objective.” Taylor called for a huddle. Inside the huddle, they discussed the pros and cons. “What’s wrong with him?” Daniel asked. “He pisses on his shorts during games,” Taylor said. Drew raised a brow. “What?” Maxwell laughed his heart out. “No, he doesn’t!” Coach Duke: “Kid, this isn’t your choice to make. It’s mine. Your father hired me for this job. I say he’s in!” The lead coach Grayson had hired used to be an NBA coach for the Phoenix Thunderhawks but was dismissed after a conflict with a rising basketball star. It was later revealed that Coach Duke had caught the star player using drugs.

There were truths I could never reveal, no matter how much I wanted to comfort her. So I nodded along, offering polite agreement where I could, even when my understanding felt shallow. Alina noticed immediately. She was perceptive like that. With a small, graceful smile, she ended the conversation herself, sparing me further discomfort. That day was meant to be a farewell. The Northern Duke was taking his beloved daughter back to their pack before nightfall. My father tried repeatedly to persuade him to stay longer, hoping he might reconsider stepping down from his position. But the Duke had already made up his mind. Disheartened and weary, he declined every offer.

He Told me and I frowned. “I'm here you resign” I told him and everyone, aside Jaxon and I, Froze. “Excuse me?” Mr Andersom asked and I raised my chin as I met his cold stare. “I'm quitting” I told him and he scoffed. “You can't just quit…” “I can. I have accepted Pierce's holdings proposal and I won't be needing this job anymore. I would also be cutting all ties with the Andersons And Diamond Enterprise. I hope you'll understand" I told him and he let out a laugh.

O'Rourke studied me for a moment, as though he was trying through every cracked piece of me under my shield, then he shook his head and dropped a bombshell, “Have you heard from Dorian lately?” Everything inside me just… dropped. The fucking knife to my ribs. I straightened up and tried not to sure how much it affected me. “No,” I exhaled, eyes fixed on a scratch on his desk. “Not really. I haven't.” Coached sighed, long and heavy before leaning back on his seat.“He sent me a mail last week. Dorian is quitting hockey. Entirely.” I jerked my head up. “Wait. What?” “Yeah,” O’Rourke said, arms folded. “Look when I benched him, I just wanted the steam online to die down. The team morale was gett

But somewhere along the way, his temper had turned violent, and he started putting his hands on me. "We already gave you a way out, but you're still throwing a tantrum. "Fine. You don't want me as your brother? I don't want you as the sister who killed Dad either!" Dominic sighed in disappointment and left. The people who once treated me so well kept leaving, one by one. Tears blurred my vision. I told myself it didn't matter. I didn't want them anymore either. The next day, Julian came again. He carried a bag from the fried chicken restaurant. My face went deathly pale when I saw the logo.

Without me, his dream of becoming CEO would have ended a year ago. The chairman shook his head. "Whether you believe it or not, your removal is final." When Grant heard the decision a second time, disbelief gave way to red-eyed desperation.

“If you’re smart enough, then be objective.” Taylor called for a huddle. Inside the huddle, they discussed the pros and cons. “What’s wrong with him?” Daniel asked. “He pisses on his shorts during games,” Taylor said. Drew raised a brow. “What?” Maxwell laughed his heart out. “No, he doesn’t!” Coach Duke: “Kid, this isn’t your choice to make. It’s mine. Your father hired me for this job. I say he’s in!” The lead coach Grayson had hired used to be an NBA coach for the Phoenix Thunderhawks but was dismissed after a conflict with a rising basketball star. It was later revealed that Coach Duke had caught the star player using drugs.