It takes five minutes to copy everything I have on Red Lion Aviation and put all of the information on a secure USB that I plug into the computer. Once all the information has been transferred, I take the USB and put it in the driest corner of my purse.
The next thing I do is open up my email.
I compose a letter to my direct manager, deciding to copy Mason as well.
My manager is going to freak the fuck out, that's for sure. A lowly 21-year old intern is copying the billionaire CEO on her resignation letter.
"Dear Jonathan,
It is with great regret that I must tender my resignation from Kane Price effective immediately due to personal circumstances. I apologize for the lack of notice as well as the cryptic nature of my message.
Sincerely,
Rebecca Lowell"
As long as I resign first, then Mother can't come out and get Mason to fire me. Which means that at least I have a chance to restart my career on Wall Street.
Although, who am I kidding? If Mason is really sticking his cock inside Lorna and doing her bidding, I don't know if any place in the world will be safe for me.
A part of me is ready to cry. But the greater part of me is still in shock.
I idly wonder for a moment how Mason could be so evil. Something doesn't quite add up.
I mean, he held me in his arms. I remember looking into his eyes.
They were full of care. He was always concerned about me.
I don't understand. Was he lying the whole time? Was it just a game to him?
Or does he really care about me and maybe he really was starting to fall in love with me but he was willing to sell the whole thing just to make sure that Lorna wasn't going to take his company away from him.
In which case, he's chosen what is most important to him.
And I need to do what is most important to me.
Sorry, this isn't much of the romance story that you thought, is it, hun?
I mean, again, I'm pretty sure there's no HEA with him and me, here. Ever.
I look around. I thought all the knick knacks I had on my desk were important. Pictures with my mother. A giant finger from Yankee Stadium that Mason had got for me when we went to go watch the Yankees. A stress ball. Some inspirational pictures. Some gifts from co-workers.
No, none of it matters anymore.
What I need to do more than anything else is to get home.
I leave my computer on and walk to the door that will take me to the elevator banks. Outside the rain continues.
But I no longer care about rain or getting wet.
I mean, what's a few ruined clothes to a person who's dealing with a ruined heart, you know?
Oh well.
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