“Alright, Mr. Shane. It’s time for me to take my leave now. Goodbye. I’ve been very happy working with you in the past month. I hope that you’ll be able to find an excellent designer soon,” she said as she reached out her palm for a handshake.
His eyes darkened as he glanced at the woman’s fair hands. He then replied as he held her hand, “I’ll send you out.”
“Okay.” Natalie nodded.
Shane stopped walking once they were outside of the office.
After waving goodbye to him, she walked towards the elevator.
She held the resignation letter in one hand while the other clutched on her pants as she walked, holding back the urge to turn back to look at him.
She was afraid that if she turned back, she would be reluctant to leave.
Soon enough, Natalie stepped into the elevator.
Her eyes had welled up with tears by the time the doors closed. She quickly looked up to prevent the tears from falling.
Then, she hastily wiped her eyes when she arrived at the HR department, only walking out after she had plastered on a smile.
Natalie didn’t stay any longer once she was done with the resignation process and left almost immediately when she had finished packing up her stuff.
On the balcony of the top floor, Shane was watching her as she hailed a cab while he mindlessly tapped on the railing.
Silas couldn’t help but say as he listened to the former’s arrhythmic tapping, “Mr. Shane, if you’re reluctant to let Ms. Smith leave, it’s not too late to stop her now.”
“No, there’s no need. She should go. She’d shine anywhere she goes with a talent like hers.” He looked away and turned back into the office.
His assistant followed behind, secretly rolling his eyes at him.
Mr. Shane, I think you’ve misunderstood me.
By ‘reluctant,’ I meant the unwillingness to let go between a man and a woman. I wasn’t talking about talent!
“Are there still no results for the things I told you to investigate?” Shane asked as he sat down before his desk.
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