She scoffed. "Blake gave you a paid day off yesterday—is that not enough? Or are you trying to claim you found a new job in less than twenty-four hours? Who are you trying to fool?"
Blake sighed, feigning impatience. "Ms. Floyd, stop making a scene. If it makes you feel better, I'll have Joanna apologize. You've been here two years—can you really bear to walk away?"
I silently pulled out my phone and opened the digital offer letter.
"I really have found a new job. I only came today to clarify things, for the sake of our two years as colleagues."
Blake leaned in to look at the document. As he read the signed offer, his brows knitted so tightly a deep furrow formed between them.
Joanna stared blankly. "That's impossible. It's only been one day!"
