Tender My Resignation Novels & Stories

Damon’s attack, my sudden decision to resign, and the looming homelessness with no job prospects in sight. All of these took a toll on me, and it felt overwhelming, especially since I do not have any family around here. “I am resigning,” I told Jo bluntly. Right now, I was already high-strung, and it felt good to release the negativity before it consumed me whole. Jo gasped. The surprised look she gave me was one of amazement. “You resigned. Did Mr. Olson accept it?” There was so much disbelief in her expression when I nodded and confirmed it. “Yes. But I have yet to get the approved copy of my resignation to submit to Mrs. Lucerne and HR, so my back wages will be given to me.”

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.”

His tone stirred up some emotions in me and I tried not to react, my hand was still stretched to him. Eventually, he collected it from me and I bowed. “Thanks a lot for giving me the opportunity to be part of this company. I had a splendid time working here,” I acknowledged, my voice laced with gratitude. I took off my ID card and placed it on his table. He was still reading the letter I gave to him. I turned on my heels, about to leave his office but his voice stopped me. “You wanna resign?” I sniffed silently, wiping my eyes and I nodded without turning around.

Yet, I didn't feel anything at this moment because I didn't love him anymore. It didn't matter who he made breakfast for or who he had feelings for. Turning on my laptop, I submitted the letter of resignation that I'd written last night to HR. I was afraid that HR would ask a lot of questions because Scott was my boss, so I added a note saying, "Mr. Lakin has approved this." By the time I finished packing up my desk, the work day was over. Thus, I purchased a train ticket to my hometown. Just as I was about to get into my Uber, I heard Scott coolly call my name from behind me. "Jennie."

I kept the letter on the table and started speaking, "Zaiden, I have decided to resign from my post. Before you ask why, I think, you know the reason. You are right, I have plenty of questions hovering in my mind. But if you answer them, I am afraid I might learn more about your personal life, which I don't want to." When he didn't turn around, I continued, "It is hard for me to cope up with the fact that I saw you killing someone. Zaiden, I have known you for two years, and believe me, I have never pictured you as a murderer. I thought you were a workaholic, who wouldn't praise us for our work, but still pointed out our mistakes until our task was perfect. You taught me how perfection works

“Explain what is happening, right now!” “Mr. Davis, I appreciate you offering me the spot on the board,” I begin with a grin. “However, I will have to decline. I know I did not win that spot fair and square. I am willing to bet that it isn’t even my name on that slip you read.” He stares back at me, eyes bulging at the fact that I would address this in front of everyone. “Consider this my official resignation. I will be there to clean out my office on Monday.” “RAINE!” He shouts my name, losing all self control that he would normally have.

That alone seemed to irritate her. She scoffed. "Wow. Still people pleasing, huh? That must be exhausting." I said nothing. I didn’t need to anymore. Walking past her felt like crossing an invisible line—one where her opinion no longer mattered. HR was mercifully quick. The woman behind the desk scanned my letter, eyebrows lifting. "Resignation? Effective immediately?" "Yes," I said. My voice didn’t shake. "Today is my last day." She hesitated. "Mr. Lancaster usually prefers to—"

Nevertheless, he only dared keep his complaints in his mind without breathing a word while exclaiming gratefully, "Yes, Mr. Bay! In that case, I won't be coming back so soon… Still, can I ask how you plan to get this sorted out?" Mr. Bay said, "In the evening, you should get to a computer and type a resignation letter. Just say that you're old and could only afford that much energy, so you will be resigning as the administrative vice president but hope to keep offering your service to the association out of sentiment, and you will willingly adhere to any shuffling of positions.

"Although I really appreciate your kind gestures. It's not about the pay sir. My grandmother is sick and l need to resign to take proper care of her." There was pity in his eyes as he looked at Tessa. He looked worried for her, just then Tessa knew he was going to let her resign without a fuss. She had been worried that he might ask for some days, if not a month of notice before he can finally relieve her of her duties with them. But from the look of things, her resignation was going to be easy "I wish your grandmother a quick recovery and please do take good care of her," he remarked, accepting the resignation letter Tessa handed over to him.

"Hello, this is tbe secretary department of Coke corporation. I'm Belinda." "Belinda, I'm Hailey." "Oh, Hailey, didn't you ask for leave?" Hailey paused for a while and said. "Belinda, I want to apply for resignation from you". "What? A resignation?" Belinda sounded surprised. "Hailey, you're not kidding, are you?" "No, I want to apply for resignation. When can I complete the resignation procedures?" Belinda said with great regret, "Hailey, if you're done with your personal affairs, come to the company tomorrow morning to do the handover of work with me. After the handover, you can resign officially."