I didn’t move fast. That’s what people never understand about this part. If I’d wanted fast, Gerald could have had Drew Callahan escorted from the building before Tessa finished unpacking her things into his spare closet.
One board meeting. One vote. Done. But I’d learned something from 3 years of being the person nobody looked at.
Patience is only invisible to people who don’t believe you’re capable of it. I resigned 2 weeks later.
No confrontation. No speech. I handed a short letter to the front desk, cleared my locker, shook hands with the few people who’d ever treated me like a person, and walked out of Callahan Logistics on a Tuesday afternoon like I was just another burned-out middle manager who’d finally had enough.
Drew didn’t even look up when I put the envelope on his desk. “Probably for the best,” he said, leaning back.
“Some people just aren’t built to handle pressure.” I almost smiled. The divorce finalized quietly.
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