Jocat Quitting Novels & Stories

Thankfully, getting rid of one automatically cancels the other. I grabbed my gym bag and headed for Coach Williams’s office before I could change my mind. The door was open but I still knocked before going on. Coach was at his desk, reviewing game footage on his laptop. He looked up when I entered. “Winston. What can I do for you?” “I need to talk to you about—” I swallowed hard and ripped the bandaid off. “I’m quitting the team.” His eyebrows shot up and when he spoke, he said the words slllwy. “Excuse me?”

I was practically thrown out of Don Costa's office, and the news spread through the family like wildfire. I returned to my workstation to gather my personal belongings. As I glanced around, I saw no sympathy in anyone's eyes. Instead, there was only satisfaction at my downfall. "Camilla, I heard you're leaving." Matteo Ricci from finance walked by with his coffee, a smirk playing on his lips. "What a shame. Who's going to run our errands and bring us coffee now?"

"I'm being treated unfairly and you know it. This isn't about my focus. This is about Morrison and her lies." "Janet—" Elena started. "No," I said, holding up my hand. "I've had enough. I'm done with this. I quit." The words escaped before I could stop them. Before I could think about the consequences. Before I could consider what came next. Elena's face went pale. "You're quitting?" she asked, like she couldn't quite process what I had just said. "Yes," I said, my voice steady now. Certain. "I'm done. Effective immediately."

I asked him, to which Caleb shrugged as if he couldn’t care less. “Now, the season is over. I’m not signing any other contracts with a team that has a liar and a cheater leading them. I’m done playing, Gorgeous. Now, I only want you.” Caleb told me, making me frown. “I don’t want you to quit for me.” I sighed, softly shaking my head. “I’m not. I’m quitting for myself.” He smiled down at me, his thumb caressing my cheek.

“Since I only get attacked on the soccer field, I’ve considered quitting.” “No!” I pulled away from him, my heart racing. “Don’t you dare? You can’t quit. That's not a solution to our problem.” Cameron chuckled softly. “Soccer isn't do or die. I’ll only play for a few more years, then retire. Why should I risk my life over something that’s not worth it?” “You’ll regret it if you quit,” I said, shaking my head. “This is your passion, Cameron. You can’t just give it up.”

"Get back inside and apologize to her." "I'd rather eat a turd." I leaned down into the car and got my wallet out of the console. "Thanks for the last few years. I quit." "Don't ask me for a reference. Quitters don't get advances in life." He moved back as I pulled my phone from my purse and started toward home. It was five miles, but I was praying that I could get a hold of my best friend Charlotte, or if nothing else, my fuck-buddy Jace. Surely someone would be free.

Anna’s Pov I spent three days filling out applications and writing essays about why I wanted to go back to school and gathering my old transcripts that showed I failed everything but at least proved I existed and by Friday I got an acceptance letter in my email that made me cry on my bathroom floor. Monday morning I walked into the club and found Jo in his office drinking whiskey even though it was ten in the morning. "I'm quitting," I said while standing in the doorway. Jo looked up and laughed. "You serious?"

Offered me things he should have offered three years ago. I said no to all of it. I walked out of his office feeling lighter than I'd felt in months. I texted Jade first: *I quit.* She called immediately. "WHAT." "I quit my job." "When?" "Just now. Like, five minutes ago." "Oh my god. Oh my GOD. What are you going to do?" "I don't know yet." "Does this have anything to do with"

“I’m not going to play the long game and smile at snakes just to save face.” He narrowed his eyes. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying I quit.” His face went blank for a second, like he hadn’t heard me right. “I’m done with the Caldwell family company. Effective immediately. I’ll build something better. Something that doesn’t come with your leash around my neck.” Silence fell like a bomb. Even the ticking clock on the wall seemed to stop. “You’re out of your mind,” he finally said, standing. “You think you’ll survive without my backing?”

The result was even better than I had expected. After hanging up, I immediately gathered all the remaining employees. Looking at the expressions on their faces, like people who had just survived a disaster, I announced Mr. Whitman’s decision. The conference room erupted in cheers of relief. I raised my hand to quiet them, then continued. “I know these past two days have frightened many of you. I promise that something like this will never happen again.” “Starting next quarter, the company will cancel holiday gift cards as a benefit format.”