I took my resignation letter, put on the most expensive clothes I had in my closet, and walked with my head held high into the coffee shop where I was about to declare my resignation.
Yve had arrived earlier than the agreed time. The instant he saw me enter, he handed me the menu and asked me what I would like to drink.
I raised my hand to reject his gentle offer and cut to the chase. "Mr. Kelsey, please speak your mind."
There was one minute of silence. During this minute, Yve took a sip of coffee, coughed three times, and compressed his lips into a thin line ten times.
I didn't get why it was so hard for him to tell me about the dismissal.
I took out the resignation letter from my bag. There were only two sentences written on it: [Mr. Kelsey, thank you for your recognition of my competence over the past month. I may never be able to find a job that pays 100,000 dollars a month in the future.]
I unfolded the letter and placed it in front of Yve. He looked astonished and puzzled as he asked, "Are you intending to resign?"
Although I didn't have a decent job after graduating from college, I could earn enough money to support myself by working as a freelance illustrator.