Catherine was at a loss for words.
If she insisted on leaving, it would look like she was jumping ship, betraying SilverLeaf Industries for another offer. But staying wasn’t really an option either.
Lance just stood there, eyes dark and unreadable, waiting for her to say something.
“Lance, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m resigning because of personal reasons,” Catherine finally said, using her own privacy as an excuse.
Lance raised an eyebrow, thinking for a moment. “Then, for my own personal reasons, I’m not accepting your resignation.”
Without another word, he turned and walked back into his office.
Catherine watched him go, her brow tightening in frustration.
Last time, he’d been vague when he transferred her back. This time, he was crystal clear—he wouldn’t approve her resignation.
But his reason was so flimsy, it was almost insulting.
She hadn’t seen that coming. After all, Lance himself had said SilverLeaf would run just fine without her.
Refusing to give up, she followed him into his office.
“Lance, the company contract clearly says you can’t deny a resignation unless there’s a real reason.”
Lance took off his jacket and sat down, fingers loosening his tie. His brow was drawn, and his voice turned cold. “No one in this company has ever left before their contract was up. That’s just how it is.”
His meaning was obvious. If Catherine wanted out, she’d have to wait until her contract ended.
Catherine bit her lip, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of her shirt. Her stubbornness was plain to see, and Lance’s gaze was impossible to read.
After a few seconds, Catherine gave in.
She walked out and went back to her desk, searching for her contract on the company server.
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