Jocat Quitting Novels & Stories

Multiple partner companies that got wind of the incident all sent notices canceling their contracts. I looked down at Vivian, and my cold gaze was devoid of emotion. "What happened between you and Earl is none of my business. I just want a divorce." Vivian's eyes turned slightly red as she tugged at my sleeve, repeating over and over, "No, I don't want a divorce. Just give me one more chance, okay?" Instead of wasting my breath, I simply pushed her out the door. Half a month later, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. On the other end was Colleen Jensen, one of Vivian's friends. She was speaking urgently.

Evan's P.O.V. "Excuse me, but I quit!" I stared at the terrified teenage girl who thought she was brave enough to make this kind of statement and get away with it even though I was the biggest bully in school. Where did she find her courage? No matter, I am about to squash her like a little bitty bug. "You quit?" I said in a condescending tone. "Is that what you are doing?" "Y...yes...I won't be doing your homework anymore o...or any other chores," she said. Her voice was shaking uncontrollably. I almost felt sorry for her.

Joy cries from across the table while she helps him with his bloody nose. Before I leave here today, he wouldn't be my Boss, and if I have my way tonight, he won't be my fiancé much longer. I need to find the right button to push to make that happen. Weaving my phone in their direction, I say, “ As of two seconds ago, you are no longer my Boss.” Looking confused, “ What are you talking about?” A bloody Jasper asks. “ I quit,” I said, weaving to them as I walked out the door. “Bye-bye.” I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

She had never discussed it with anyone, not with her family, not with Ginny or Cameron. Jacqueline had hoped to talk to Mr Rossi about her decision to quit drugs but he did not want to be bothered with her, just like everybody else. He didn't want to help and she didn't blame him. He didn't have to help if he didn't want to but why it had hurt so much that he had turned her down was what she could not comprehend.

But as it would turn out, I'm a stupid, stupid, selfish man, and the thought of her leaving makes the high-walled mansion feel like a tomb. I must fix this. Not tonight, though-she needed time to lick her wounds and gather her dignity. But damage control begins tomorrow. (ZEO DELGADO'S POV) I finally did it. I quit my job at the Alchemy Bar. It was the way Jerome Pike was ogling me across the room that night, his gaze dropping to my chest with a professional, leering calculation, all while discussing some journalistic scoop with a rival reporter. I went into autopilot, handed him my apron, and walked out on the spot. When I did it, I knew it wasn't smart. That, of course, didn't seem to stop

Their usual polished and fashionista personas had all gone down the drain. After I signed the documents, I left the group chat in front of them. A system message stating, 'Madison Ziegler left,' was displayed on all their screens. "Don't ever let me see you again," I warned. Then, I put my phone in my pocket and sauntered out of the court. The sun felt warm on my face as I basked in the relief of having completely severed ties with these so-called best friends. I was now renting a luxury one-bedroom apartment near my company.

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"

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?"