Asking for a Friend
I marched to Layton’s office before I lost my nerve, then deflated like a popped balloon when I found it empty.
“Do you know what time he’ll be in?” I asked his assistant, who shrugged and shook her head.
“I haven’t seen him or heard a word from him today,” she explained, frowning.
I sighed and went to ask a few other people if they’d seen him, but no one had. As far as anyway could tell, he wasn’t at the office yet. Well, tough.
Handing in a letter of resignation wasn’t something that was required to be done personally. His decision to play hooky, wasn’t going to derail my plans. I would leave my letter on his desk.