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she said in spite and I chuckled even t5hough it wasn’t funny. “You should know that this is not the way to go even if you wanted to quit,” I said and sat down. She gasped in shock “What do you mean by that?” she asked and I didn’t answer her question, instead I took a long sip of the drink that I had poured. “Nate?!” she questioned and I sighed. “Did you not read the contract? You cant leave an organization without twelve to six months worth of notice. Who is supposed to take your place?” I asked her and she gasped in shock “But you have a temp!”

“You better tell me every time you’re here.” “I will,” I say and look up from my desk. I put in my two weeks’ notice today. I’d been dreading doing it and actually put it off for a full week before talking to my boss. I’m sad to leave, and part of me will miss this place. But it’s mid-January and I’m so ready to go home and be with Archer.

A few of them exchanged glances, but they remained quiet, waiting for me to continue. “Now, usually, I’d be here to make sure everything runs smoothly, but since Lily will also be away, I’ve been thinking…” I paused, letting the suspense build a little. “How about you all take two weeks off?” For a second, there was silence. Then— “What?” one of them gasped. “You mean… a break?” another asked, her voice laced with disbelief. I smiled, crossing my arms. “Yes, a break. Two whole weeks. You can go home, visit family, relax. And before you ask—yes, you’ll still be paid.”

“I sent a message to your workplace, informing them you took a two-month pause due to health issues. They believe you are somewhere in China, receiving treatment. This way, your job would still be waiting for you.” “And what happens when the time lapses and I don’t return?” “Sixty days. Two months. That’s all I ask. And if, when that time comes, you choose to walk away, I will not stand in your way.” “I don’t believe you.” He rose from his chair and, in a few strides, reached me. He lowered himself to my level, took my hands, and placed them over his heart.

But knowing didn't make the waiting any easier. "Two weeks," I said. "Two weeks to figure out how to stop them." "No pressure." "None at all."

That I'd done nothing wrong. But he was right. I could feel people watching. Whispering. "Fine," I said. "Two weeks." "Thank you for understanding." I went back to my desk. Started packing up my stuff. Jessica appeared. "What are you doing?" "Going home. Boss wants me to take two weeks off. Until the media circus dies down." "That's bullshit." "Yeah. But it's also reality." I finished packing. Walked out with whatever dignity I had left. Called Damon from the street.

It felt like a blade sliding slowly between my ribs. I kept my expression neutral. “If that is what you need it to be.” “How long?” she asked immediately. Practical. Strategic. Not hopeful. Not emotional. How long. Forever. The word echoed in my mind, but I swallowed it. “Two years,” I said instead. My voice was steady. “Long enough to stabilize your position. Long enough to silence any legal disputes.” Her gaze sharpened. “Two years is a long time.” “For safety, it is not.” She began pacing slowly.

Mateo’s deep voice rumbled through the line, warm and patient. I rubbed my temple, trying to shake off the last traces of laziness. “I was thinking about getting a doctor’s note to stop working earlier, or maybe an Aufhebungsvertrag — you know, the mutual termination thing. According to the law here, if I just resign it takes three to four weeks notice. I don’t want to drag it out.” There was a short pause on his end. I could almost picture him frowning, running a hand through his hair the way he did when he felt guilty.

"Under the automatic resignation policy you're still required to come in for the next two weeks. If you don't show up I will pursue a lawsuit, Maeve. I need you to understand that." He hung up without waiting for a response. I swallowed a curse that lodged in my throat. The audacity of the man...he spoke with so much confidence. Like he owns the entire world. I sat there in my old bed with the yellow curtains letting in the Monday morning grey and stared at my phone and breathed through the frustration until it settled. Two weeks. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and put my feet on the floor. Just two weeks and then I'm free. Free of this job, free of this building, free of the const

"That's thorough." "It's practical. This conversation will take a while." He held her gaze. "Ground rules." "I'll go first," she said. "No surprises. Any change in our public behavior gets communicated a minimum of one week in advance. Not a note the morning of. One week." He nodded once. "Agreed." "No compulsion. It's in the contract but I want it said directly." "You have my word." "Your word and the clause." Something close to amusement. "Both," he said.