I watched Edmund hurry to the doorway, steal a glance at me through the gap, then settle back into his chair.
He took a slow, deliberate sip of tea.
"Relax. We'll have Mr. Donaldson make the call. You think some low-level employee gets to hold us hostage? Just let it play out. A client isn't going to blow up a deal over one guy."
Smug certainty was written all over his face.
"A thousand luxury units. A project worth hundreds of millions. Delgado knows which side his bread is buttered on."
I looked away and listened to the sigh on the other end of the line.
"So what's your plan now?"
"I'm going to resign."
"Do it. A company like that is garbage."
I was quiet for two seconds.
"Mr. Delgado, is that supplementary agreement naming me as designated liaison still valid?"
He seemed caught off guard for a moment, then his voice came back firm. "It's valid. I wasn't joking. They swap you out, the contract doesn't get signed. Period."
I let out a quiet breath.
"Thank you, Mr. Delgado."
The second I hung up, I uploaded a photo of that agreement to LinkedIn.
Then I printed a resignation letter.
I pushed open the door to the director's office and set the letter on his desk.
"Mr. James. My resignation. Sign it."
He stared at the paper for a few seconds, then lifted one eyebrow.
"You're sure about this?"
"I'm sure."
He signed it with a dismissive scoff, pen scratching across the page.
"Didn't you get the rejections?"
"I did."
"And you still have the nerve to quit?"
I placed the supplementary agreement on his desk.
My voice was perfectly calm.
"Because I have this."
