![]() ![]() Why don’t you take your workload for the weekend and we’ll talk again on Monday.” Sitting up in his chair, Stan folded his hands on the desk in front of him, like he was a father speaking to a kid who just said he wanted to be an astronaut. ![]() “Look, Stan, I’m sorry, but this job just doesn’t fit me anymore. “Quit? You want to quit? You’re the number one guy here, you can’t quit.” The pen he had been tapping dropped to the desk with a clatter as he let out a bark of forced laughter. While I appreciate everything the company’s done for me, I don’t want to be an escort anymore.” I’ve decided to move on from Perfect Ten. I had nothing personal invested in Perfect Ten or the people who worked there with me. I wanted out, and I didn’t care if Stan didn’t like it. Once I sat down and started talking, I felt more sure of my decision. Stan looked up from his desk and pointed to the chair across from him with his pen. ![]()
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