Resigned Synonym の小説・ストーリー

I replied with resignation. “Let's do it!”

He was getting irritated. "I don't accept this, Harry!" She retorted, seriously. "I do NOT accept your resignation." "You don't accept it?" He laughed ironically. "Do you know that 'resignation' is just another way of saying it, right? That this letter is a notice, and... I have every right not to work for someone I don't want to work for, right?"

His voice caught, and for the first time in months I saw the younger version of Adrian, the one who’d grown up fighting to outrun his own father’s shadow. “I thought if I saved the alliance from corruption, people would believe in me again,” he said quietly. “Instead, I handed her the knife.” “For once,” I said, “you can’t strategize your way out.” He almost smiled. “No. I can only take responsibility.” “What does that mean?” He reached into his coat pocket and placed a sleek data‑chip on the table. “My formal resignation,” he said. “Effective immediately. There’s a signed confession attached and the transmission logs for Charlotte’s shell company. It clears the Hartman name. Leaves me guilt

She muttered incoherent words that I didn't understand. "I am tired of being the bone of contention between your relationship division. Today I have not only lost my mother but I have lost myself in the process as well. And I will not stand for any of this any longer because I have had enough. You all have taken a lot from me and I cannot stand for it any longer so on that note, I officially resign from this company and from today I don't want to have anything to do with the likes of you." I cussed at him before exiting his office with tears in my eyes.

She was no longer a question mark orbiting Lucien Blackwood. She was a variable that mattered. Still, victory was not what it looked like from the outside. Late that evening, Lucien received the message he’d half-expected. Jonathan was resigning. Not immediately. Not publicly. But soon. The resignation would be framed as “strategic realignment.” A graceful exit. A quiet fade. Lucien read the notice twice, then set his phone down. Seraphina watched him carefully. “That’s it?” He nodded. “For him.”

A few beautiful higher ups covered the lips, disbelief written all over their faces. Harvey was forcing Justin to resign! Even though Harvey seemed very casual, every single word he said hit Justin where it hurt. Justin was scornful. Harvey was pushing him right to a dead end. “Of course! As expected from Harvey York!” “What an executive CEO!” Justin’s expression changed frantically. He finally took off his work badge and set it on the ground before announcing aloofly, “According to our deal, I, Justin Walker, will resign from my position as chairman.”

the Alpha said despite the clipboard in her hand that detailed the crime. “Training desertion from the 44th and Trackers, Alpha,” Carey said, eyes forward. “That’s correct. And why?” “My mate went into early labor, Alpha.” Her response struck me. My eyebrows raised as I listened, watching the two women, the Alpha staring at Carey long and hard. “How is Ardy?” “She’s better now, Alpha. She and our pup, Dillon, were released this morning.” “What great news. I’ll need a full report on my desk by tomorrow and a written apology sent to the Trackers by next Monday, am I understood?”

Only now did I understand that his care had always come with condescension. I forced the emotion down and kept my voice steady. “Mr. Stockdale, I’m here to submit my resignation, not to be insulted. Under my contract, I have the right to leave.” At that form of address, something shifted in Ross’s eyes. For a moment, he seemed about to say something, but he quickly pushed the feeling down and shoved the resignation letter back across the desk. “Enough. If you’re unwell, go home and rest for a few days. Don’t embarrass yourself here.”

Chapter Fifty-Eight — Julian Julian stared at the resignation draft on his screen for the third time that morning. Subject: Formal Notice of Resignation – Julian Black, Creative Director Body: short, professional, devastating. > Effective two weeks from today, I am resigning my position as Creative Director. > This decision is personal and has no reflection on the agency’s leadership, clients, or team performance. > I will ensure a smooth transition of all active projects. > Thank you for the opportunities provided over the past eight years.

Different posture. They’ve moved from observing to interrogating—not hostile, but sharper. More exact. “Did you know they intended to resign?” one of them asks. “No,” I answer truthfully. “But you anticipated dissent,” another adds. “Yes.” “Why?” “Because pressure forces alignment,” I say. “Eventually.” They exchange looks. “And do you believe this resignation compromises the process?” the first asks. I consider my answer carefully. “No,” I say. “I believe it clarifies it.”