Frantic Phone Call
Alex swiftly collected his belongings and exited the office. With a surplus of accrued holiday days at his disposal, there was no necessity for him to remain and fulfill the standard two-week notice period. He was finished. As he made his way down the street, his phone began to vibrate persistently. It was Vivian, her tone filled with urgency.
“Mr. Ivanov, what have you accomplished? Return immediately and rectify it! Alex, please! You can’t abandon us in this state. You have an obligation to the company,” she implored.
Not My Job
“Sorry, Vivian, it’s not my job now, and I owe no more to the business. Find your own fix. Good luck,” he said coolly, then hung up. Vivian was yelling at a dead phone line. Alex could almost sense the chaos back at work. For the first time in months, a wave of relief washed over him. He felt a fresh bounce in his tread.
On that cool fall day, Alex chose a calm walk in Central Park. His old firm was about to understand just how big a mistake they made pushing him away.
