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Danny asked. “We’ll hold off on that for two weeks as well,” Dad said. Danny snorted. I breathed out a sigh of relief. “But in two weeks, gentlemen, we’re announcing both the cuts and promotion. Get your ducks in a row, because after that there will be no more delays.” Two weeks. It wasn’t long enough, but that was all the time there was. I glanced at Danny, issuing him a silent challenge. Let the games begin, brother.

"Of course. Jobs are hard to come by. They should be grateful for the opportunity. And don't forget, we have new interns coming in. You need to be there for the interviews." Candice acknowledged this but seemed distracted. Later, while Kayla stepped out for coffee, Candice and Tamia headed back upstairs. In the elevator, Candice double-checked with Tamia. "A resignation needs a month's notice, correct?" Tamia looked at her with surprise. "You aren't seriously considering resigning, are you?" Candice checked the date on her phone and responded with detachment, "I'll get it to you by Friday." She brushed past, ignoring Tamia’s astonished expression and left the elevator, composed.

I needed to distract myself from the anger I was feeling. “He asked me what I was planning to do with my job since I was leaving. I told him I was planning to put in my two weeks’ notice when I was ready. This man really said that two weeks was nowhere near enough to find someone who was going to replace me and that I was inconsiderate!” I scoffed. “Inconsiderate? How is putting in my two weeks’ notice inconsiderate?” I threw the tape into an empty box and wrapped my hand around my phone once again as I stood up.

She suggested. I nodded my head. “Let’s call it a day. Half of the employees are idle or they don’t have good quality. We need new hiring and give notice to those whom I have marked. They’ll only work here on the notice period of three months. I don’t want idle people working here for free.” I told her. “But Ma’am, they won’t agree to this easily and I fear they’ll protest to catch the media’s attention. You have to be very careful with this move because it can backfire on your image.” She warned me but I leaned on my chair and smirked.

He looked away for a split second, discomfort flickering in his expression before he locked eyes with me again. "I’m going to say this plainly, miss. I want you out of my building, and that’s it," he said. I folded my arms. "I was planning to leave anyway, but I’m not going to do it now—not when the lease is still active and you didn’t give the required two-week notice. It’s in the contract, remember?" His frown deepened. "Take it from me. Your contract has expired. And there’s nothing about a two-week notice in there," he said. But even as he spoke, he stepped back.

A business deal where I would get money for carrying his baby to help my grandmother. The two of us were both getting something out of this. Micah shrugged, his usual gruffness returning. "Nerves don’t matter. What matters is that you show up and be there. The rest will fall into place." “I still wish you had given me some more notice,” I muttered, giving him a look. “It’s not happening till this weekend. How is that not enough notice?” I want at least a month’s notice, but I couldn’t very well say that out loud, and it was just my anxiety talking.

“Can I take you to my favorite place in the territory?” “I thought your favorite place was wherever I was.” She teased me. “Okay, fine. My second favorite place?” I offered. “Sure. I will fit you into my hectic schedule. In the future, I need more notice.” This comment may or may not have been teasing me. “How much notice?” I inquired, genuinely curious. “At least two to three business days.” I groaned at her and picked her up from the couch where she was working on some new blanket she was convinced was required for the sofa.

He hoped she took it to heart. Kyle had informed his employer that he was giving his two week notice and in that time he'd be using the two weeks of vacation time they still owed him. His boss had been gracious as he really liked Kyle. He probably held out hope that Kyle might return to the fold once he'd recovered from whatever was driving him to make this bold change in his life. Though he'd originally intended on flying to California, his plans had rapidly evolved. His minimizing effort meant leaving nothing he needed behind as it would be a permanent change. He gave notice on his storage unit.

"June. My current contract ends June first." June. Five months away. James Mitchell meeting was Friday. Lunch at his favorite restaurant. He was the most interested. Frustrated with Titanium. Ready for change. "I want to sign with you. Today if possible." Emma's face lit up. Finally. "Today works for us." "But my lawyer says I need to wait. Titanium contract has ninety-day notice requirement. If I want to leave clean, I have to notify them now and wait three months." Three months. Still outside Emma's sixty-day window.

“What?” She looked at me like I was some crazy lunatic. “I’ve worked for three weeks already,” I said quickly, forcing the words out before she interrupted. “You can deduct whatever’s necessary, but I need that money. It’s urgent.” Kristy folded her arms, “You can’t just walk up to me one morning and decide you’re leaving. You signed a contract, remember? You owe two weeks’ notice. It’s policy.” “I know what’s in my contract,” I said, my patience cracking, “but please. I need to leave now.”