Two Weeks Notice Novels & Stories

', She said, ‘You really haven't dropped a resignation letter right? Kathleen rose her head up and wiped the snot off her nose, ‘Yeah why?'. ‘You still have your job Kathy. Most companies require a week before final termination....you can still go back'. ‘I can....I can??'. There was a glimmer of hope.

"I don't need your money! I'll take care of my child myself. A man of your status shouldn't be speaking this way." Anger flashed across his face. "You’ll regret this!" he growled. I lifted my chin defiantly. "I won’t. I refuse to work in a company like this. I’m resigning." He chuckled darkly. "Fine, but you have to serve a two-month notice period. Then you can go to hell for all I care."

Seconds later another appeared, placing a bottle of wine in a chiller as I watched nervously, feeling out of place. “Two weeks, huh?” Richard said changing my trail of thoughts and leaning back. I blinked. “What?” “Your resignation. It'll be final in two weeks,” he said. “So… what next? Do you have another place in mind? Somewhere you'd like to work? A business maybe?” I narrowed my eyes. “Is this small talk, or are you trying to figure out where I’ve applied to so you can frustrate me there, too?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

I insisted. "Read your contract, Knowles," he instructed. "Section 4, Subsection C, ‘Employee Resignation Protocol.’ Following the unceremonious departure of my previous executive assistant, I had a clause added. All executive PA positions now require a mandatory thirty-day written notice, regardless of perceived working conditions, to ensure a smooth transition of duties. Failure to adhere results in forfeiture of accrued benefits, stock options, and any pending bonuses." I did not know when a smile appeared on my face.

Frustrated beyond belief, Scott lowered his head and took a deep breath, trying to defend himself. It was true—he had missed those appointments. But every time, it had been because of emergencies at the company or last-minute meetings that couldn't wait. "I'm one of the top tech investors in this country. They're not going to kick me out over a few missed meetings and some late paperwork," he said, trying to stay calm. "You're wrong," Daniel said, pulling out a document and handing it to him. "We just got the sixty-day notice."

came the familiar voice of Daisy, Head of Human Resources, “I thought you should know that Carrie submitted a leave request just now. Two weeks.” I blinked. “Two weeks?” I couldn't believe my ears. “Yes, sir. Starting Wednesday. That’s in two days. I think it’s a bad time, given her department’s load. I wanted to bring it to your attention. Or did both of you plan it?” A dull throb began behind my left temple. “Thanks, Daisy, I rasped. I’ll take care of it.” I ended the call before she could say more. I couldn't wrap my head around what I just heard. Carrie? Taking time off? A whole two weeks. How did she think it was possible?”

I will be taking a two week hiatus starting tomorrow, thank you for your understanding!

"Let's start with scheduling. Mara, you've expressed concern about adequate notice for public events. What would feel reasonable to you?" "Forty-eight hours minimum." I crossed my arms. "Seventy-two for anything requiring overnight travel." "That's impractical," Lucien interjects. "Business moves quickly. Opportunities arise…" "Then you attend without me." I finally looked at him. "I'm your wife, not your assistant. If you want me somewhere, plan ahead." His steel-blue eyes flash with irritation. "The contract stipulates…" "The contract stipulates reasonable notice." Adrian's voice is gentle but firm. "Forty-eight hours is reasonable, Lucien."

Then she let out a noisy sigh. "You mean, it's not really about money and living expenses. So why are you quitting?" "I'm not saying right now." She made a face and sat across from him. Her forearms rested on the edge of his tidy desk while she distractedly stared at the pile of paperwork in front of her. "It's at least two months' notice. Like I said in the email." "Just so you can say in your résumé that we worked together for a year?" "Yeah. Sort of. And I gotta help you find a replacement first. Train them for a month at least."

Griffin hummed in agreement. "Let us know when you need help packing and moving once you've decided and don't worry about the notice length. Two weeks is mandatory for most people but for you, I'll make an exception. Just think through this very carefully. I'm not saying this because I'm reluctant to let you go even though I am reluctant to let such a great cook go. However, you're like a son to me and I want you to be happy doing what you choose to do. Talk to your girlfriend, don't rush into it."