Chapter 52

Maybe that would be easier, really. Clearing his throat, Preston nodded at the envelope and said, “That’s my notice.”

“What?” Roger looked as if he’d never heard the word before.

“My two weeks’ notice,” Preston explained. “I’m quitting—”

“You can’t!” Twin spots of red indignation flared high on Roger’s fleshy cheeks. Now he dug into the envelope and pulled the letter out, almost tearing the paper in the process. As he scanned it, he sputtered, “I’m not going to accept this.”

Preston laughed. For the first time in forever, he felt a lightness inside of him, a freeness—Roger didn’t scare him any longer. “I don’t care,” he said. “I don’t need your permission. This is it. I’m done here. I’m being courteous enough to let you know.”