Mistakenly posted a social media post as a resignation letter, which then went viral.Me: "Did you read the document I submitted?" Boss: "Mm... I read it." Me: "Why didn't you reply? Don't agree?" He didn't speak. I was getting impatient: "If you don't speak, I'll take it as a yes. I'll come to your office this afternoon." Boss replied instantly: "That fast?" Me: "? What's fast?" Boss: "I need to think about it..." Two seconds later, he sent another message: "Is that okay?" I agreed. The result? He left work early and even gave the entire company three days off. I sat at my desk pondering for a long time: Is he resorting to such extreme measures just to keep me from resigning? Chapter 1 At this moment, the whole company exploded. Just because of one sentence from Liam Grant: "Clock out. Take three days off." "Is the boss crazy?" My deskmate, Chloe, refreshed her phone several times. I held my phone, looking around in confusion. So, what does that make the vacation I exchanged my resignation for? Is it just my bad luck? "The economy is bad recently. Could it be that the boss can't afford to pay salaries, so he's testing us with this?" "Is this the rhythm of layoffs?" "Right, right! When I went to submit the proposal today, I heard the boss talking about layoffs. Looks like it's happening!" ... My heart went cold. If it's a layoff, I can still get a severance package! Is it too late to withdraw my resignation letter now? Chapter 2 Regardless of whether it was too late, I was already standing in Liam's office. I have to say, Liam is genuinely good-looking. Broad shoulders. Slim waist. And that ass... Didn't see the ass today. But based on my past observations, it probably feels great to smack. "Cough." The clearing of a throat pulled me back to reality. "Something the matter?" Liam didn't look up at me, just slowly flipping through the document in his hand. I was a bit obsequious: "Boss, did you read the letter I submitted today..." "I read it." The cold words just slipped out of his mouth so casually. I was anxious, but didn't dare show it too much: "It's fine if you read it, I just wanted to..." "Wanted to what?" He closed the document and adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses he put on at some point. I answered quickly. Of course, I want to withdraw the resignation letter. You lay me off, and then I sadly take a huge severance package! Did you think I was fantasizing about how hard your abs are under that shirt, or how bouncy your butt is on that chair? Ridiculous. "Didn't I say I would consider it?" Liam finally looked up at me, his eyes meaningful: "Are you in a hurry?" "Yes!" I blurted out. Took a step forward, closing the distance between us. Emphasizing again with a sincere expression: "Boss, I'm really in a hurry." Liam froze for a moment, a weird flush suddenly appearing on his ears. "Mm, I know." "I'll think about it some more." My voice softened a bit: "Boss, no need to consider." At this close distance, I saw Liam's Adam's apple roll quickly. Damn sexy. "What?" The rising intonation pulled back my scattered thoughts. "I decided to withdraw it first." "I wrote that just for fun, sent it to you by mistake." "I didn't intend to have that thought." Instantly, he frowned. Look at that. Considering for so long without approving, and even saying he needs to think about it when I chased him to the office. Now that I say I want to withdraw the resignation letter, the breath he was holding is released. If this isn't reluctance to let me go, what is it! But it's a pity. Although working under him is easy, the benefits are good, and he looks god-like, which is the main point. But! I am disappointing myself. Staying up late writing novels recently, my health isn't great, and I can't take it anymore. Plus, the royalties I earn are enough to support myself. So I just wanted to resign and rest at home for a while. Chapter 3 "Why do you suddenly regret it again?" Liam was expressionless, his tone serious. "Usually I don't care about your playing around, and jokes with me are harmless, but when it comes to doing things..." He paused: "Shouldn't you consider carefully before acting, and then see it through to the end?" I could feel he lowered his volume, probably afraid of being too harsh on me. Truly a beautiful and kind-hearted boss. I was even more moved: "Yes, but I can't bear to leave you." His fingers trembled slightly on the desk. I added: "And the others." "Like Alex in the pantry who always pours coffee for me, Quinn who often brings milk tea for the ladies, Leo who helps with work and teaches us tech..." "All of them, I can't bear to leave." Liam narrowed his eyes slightly: "You hold quite a few male colleagues in your heart." "Like them all?" Not really. The boss is still superior; after all, their asses aren't as perky as yours. I responded: "There are female colleagues too." "Everyone, I like them all quite a bit." He sneered: "I don't know what these people you mentioned have to do with what you sent me." "But based on what you mean now, there are too many choices, so you want to hesitate again, right?" "Yes." I said solemnly: "I can't hang myself on one tree." "Of course, I can't easily give up this one tree either, so I still have to consider more." Liam didn't say a word, but his fingers curled into a fist, knuckles turning white. Seems like I touched his heart. After all, he's the boss of a company, supporting so many people. He can't just run away like me. Rich people must have their pitiful points. "I see you are quite willing to part with me, every sentence stabs the heart." Liam took off his gold-rimmed glasses. Returned to his usual aloof, unapproachable demeanor. "Get out." "So..." "I know you don't have that thought anymore, I won't take it to heart." Chapter 4 The boss's mind is like the weather in June, unpredictable. When I left the office, I found everyone was already gone. Opened my phone, work group messages popped up. [Big Ass Boss: Don't worry about leaving, nothing's wrong. Those who continue to work overtime now will be considered as giving up the vacation.] Then a wave of received and flattering words. These messages were sent when I entered the office. The tone was urgent, like shooing people away. Pretty much the same as shooing me away just now. I "tsk-tsked": I certainly wouldn't be narcissistic enough to think sending a resignation letter could make the boss give three days off. Saying nothing's wrong, bullshit, he was in such a hurry to drive people away probably to take this time to list the layoff names properly. Also. Chloe sent me a message: [Don't know which god-killed person pulled my computer cable in a hurry, pissed me off.] [Borrowing your computer to transfer some files haha.] I replied with a few emojis indicating I was out of the office. Casually complained about Liam a couple of times. Turned off the phone, started packing slowly. Pondering in my heart. Step one to get the severance package, withdraw the resignation letter. Step two, make the boss voluntarily lay me off. While the computer screen was still on, I opened Google search: "How to make the boss voluntarily..." The blinds opened with a "whoosh". I faced a black face. "Tara, you cast your screen to my office." Damn it! Chapter 5 I ran all the way home, cursing Chloe a hundred times. "Chloe, you're going to kill me, why did you use my computer to request a connection with the boss's computer!" "I almost pasted the words 'voluntary layoff' on his forehead!" Chloe begged for mercy: "I didn't cast the screen! I was afraid you had unsaved data so I didn't turn it off, maybe someone touched it by mistake." That is also a possibility. I opened the document at light speed. Inside was the article I wrote while slacking off. Luckily not lost. I set up snacks and water, ready to go. Preparing to stay up all night driving on the "highway" (writing smut). As for getting the severance package through voluntary layoff, I'll figure it out later. Pleasing someone is hard, but isn't annoying someone simple? Until midnight, cool wind poured in from the window. After sneezing several times in a row, I started having a runny nose. Caught a cold again. Used up tissues one by one, the trash can was almost full. Fighting sleepiness, I sent the message and file. "Had a big session tonight, body aches all over, seem to have caught a cold now, seeking comfort." I have a very good relationship with my editor, I often talk to her like this. I waited quietly for the file to send. But. Sending failed. Forcing my eyelids open, I continued sending messages to the editor: "Is my baby far away still angry?" It's a long story. A while ago, my editor received an abusive email in the middle of the night, pissed her off so much she cried to me for half the night. So she cowardly decided not to open her email at midnight. Guessing I dragged the manuscript for too long, she forgot today was my deadline and didn't open permissions for me. Yawning, I groggily sent the new draft into the chat box. And comforted her: "Don't be angry, showing you something good." After speaking, I fell asleep immediately. Completely missing the bombardment of messages, and retracting them one by one. Chapter 6 I didn't open my eyes until the sun was high the next day. Didn't expect to catch a cold. Chloe sent a message saying all employees were gathering for a meal. I refused. [Stayed up all night, back ache, and caught a cold.] The small group of female colleagues exploded with onlookers: [Just half a day off, and you're so unrestrained, come out for criticism!] [Hoes before bros!] [So fierce? Introduce one to me too.] [...] I held my forehead and smiled bitterly. Shouldn't have recommended novels to this group back then. Minds full of things that can't be put on the table. Phone went "ding ding" a few times. Liam actually sent a message. [Sick? Took medicine?] [Better pay attention to rest.] Subconsciously wanted to click in to reply. But I suddenly remembered: I'm the one who needs him to voluntarily lay me off. Have to annoy him. So I deliberately ignored him and went to reply to the small group message. Clicked voice message: "Yes, can still fight three hundred rounds." Voice sent, the yellow-minded girls passionately turned on their mics. The scale of conversation was so big every sentence had to be beeped out. I looked through them sentence by sentence. Laughing so hard I trembled on the bed. When I had enough fun. I clicked open Liam's message box: [Sick, took it.] Sending failed. He actually blocked me. I sat up abruptly. Who provoked him again? Sorted through my chaotic brain once, I asked Chloe: [Is Liam eating with you guys?] Chloe: [Yeah, he just asked if you were coming, I said you were sick and couldn't get out of bed.] Me: [That's really heartless of him, blocking me when I'm this miserable.] Chloe: [Ah, could it be because of that voice message just now, he thinks we teamed up to lie to him.] Me: [?] Chloe: [The three hundred rounds one... I forgot to mute just now, accidentally played it on speaker.] Me: [......]
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