Chapter14

#Chapter14

Bonus

Resignation Letter

I think I'm getting fat. How I could be fat by eating potatoes and porridge everyday? I have no idea.

But it seems like, to me, I can't get three steps upstairs without bathing in my own sweat. I sighed, putting both my hands on my hips. Using my right forearm, I wiped the sweat that accumulated on my forehead. Looking up and realizing that there are more steps awaiting for me before I reach his office, I groaned inwardly. I never knew my decision would be this hard, and the stairs isn't much helping me in my situation.

Unless, of course, I was stalling.

Which is not what I'm doing. I huffed before I dared to take another step up. Subconsciously, my hand went up my breast pocket and felt the pointy edge of a folded paper. I'm not stalling. In fact, I want to talk to Mr Ambrose as quick as possible.