Novel & Cerita Tender My Resignation

She placed a white envelope on the desk and spoke out. “Alpha, here is my resignation letter. I don't want to work here anymore.”

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.

I confessed. His face was immediately clouded with deep concern, “what’s wrong honey? You know you can speak to me about anything, right?” “Right,” I nodded, “that’s exactly why I’m here.” I reached into my unprofessional Girl Power tote bag and pulled out and envelope that I handed to him awkwardly. “You should go through that….. and sign it,” I felt regret tugging wickedly at my insides as I watched him open it and pull out my resignation letter.

My parents, Leander and Valentina Rhodes, were cutthroat capitalists through and through, bringing the company’s toxic corporate culture right into our home. Eating a serving of pork ribs meant a performance deduction. Using the washing machine required paying a depreciation fee. Just to survive, I spent day and night coding and developing software. Finally, a photo-editing app I developed completely on my own went viral, earning my parents’ company $7 million. At the celebration dinner, my eldest sister, Sienna Rhodes, who managed HR, received a $70,000 bonus. My youngest sister, Delphine Rhodes, who worked in business development, walked away with a brand-new Porsche. Meanwhile, my pa

I picked up my phone and messaged my supervisor, because I couldn't manage speaking with him or anyone. I typed: "Good evening sir. I would be dropping my electronic resignation letter tomorrow." After that, I threw the phone on the bed and went to shower.

I organized all the files, printed the handover list, then slipped it into an envelope with my resignation letter. Once everything was ready, I stopped outside his office, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. He looked up. The second he saw the envelope in my hand, he frowned. "What's that?" "Mr. Jensen." I set the envelope on his desk. "My resignation. The transition notes are inside. Everything's taken care of." "...Resignation?" His brows pulled tighter. "Yes." I kept my voice calm. "The deal's over, Mr. Jensen. Thanks for playing along."

Something that could tear me apart without effort. For a second, I felt like I was drowning. My chest tightened. Air refused to come easily. I looked away quickly. Taking a deep breath, I steadied my legs. They felt weak. Unstable. I cursed myself inwardly. I couldn’t even hold his gaze properly. How useless. At least resigning would spare me my life. If I stayed… I didn’t know what would happen. “I will send my resignation letter to HR.” I said slowly. My voice steadied with effort.

"This is my home," I retorted with a frown. "You're the one who's trespassing on private property. Maybe I should report you to the police." Rosalie was infuriated by my words. Her eyes burned with anger as she spat, "Cameron, I want you to return to the company right now to deal with the mess you left behind. Don't be an irresponsible person. Don't give me more reasons to look down on you." I scoffed. "Everything was working perfectly when I left, Ms. Smith. Besides, I've already resigned. Whatever's going on with the company doesn't concern me anymore. Why don't you look for your dear chief engineer to handle your problems?"

They simply waited. I set my glass down and spoke quietly. "I think you've all seen enough tonight. I'll be stepping away from the company. There's no need for any of you to continue supporting it." What Lucas didn't know was that I had arranged tonight's dinner and this so-called critical deal.

I couldn’t wait for him to open the door or fight for something he couldn’t even say out loud. Which meant... I had to leave. I wiped my tears roughly, took a deep breath, and sat upright. The sheets were a mess. My pajamas soaked in sweat and tears. I forced myself to stand and walk over to my desk. My laptop screen blinked to life, casting a cold blue light across the room. My fingers, still trembling, hovered over the keyboard. 'To Mr. Nicholas De Castello, I hereby submit my resignation from the position of Executive Secretary, effective three days from today.