"If you want to leave, fine, but first clean up your own mess."
"And the projects in your hands—hand them over to Nolan."
I guessed it would be like this.
Nolan Jennings coveting my projects wasn't something that started yesterday.
Right now, I have a project worth over a hundred million.
It's also the biggest project the company has taken on since it was founded.
This is them planning to burn the bridge after crossing it, squeezing every last bit of value out of me before they do.
I openly questioned Kate, "Whose mess is it, exactly?"
"How many times have I wiped your ass? Don't you know in your own heart?"
She paused, staring at me in disbelief.
"What did you just say?!"
I shrugged. "The literal meaning. Is it that hard to understand?"
"Anyone leaving the company needs to complete a work handoff."
Kate still kept a cold face as she gave the order. Her thinking was simple: make me transfer all the projects to Nolan.
That way she could curry favor with Director Jennings on the board.
"Fine, I can hand them to Nolan, but whether he can succeed is another matter."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard her lift her head and snicker.
"Ian, you really take the platform for ability?"
"You really think you got to the assistant supervisor position because of yourself?"
"Without the company, what are you, anyway?"
I guessed she would say this. This was also her usual PUA tactic.
After the New Year's holiday ended, Kate held a meeting.
She gathered all the employees in our department to personally witness me handing off my work.
Nolan was there too, slouching as he propped his legs up on the table.
"Fox, I heard you're leaving?"
"It's just staying behind to cover a shift. It's not like they're not paying you overtime."
"If it were me, I'd definitely have more perspective than you."
That word "perspective" sounded a little ridiculous.
I'd worked diligently at the company for six years; I had both credit and hard work.
Just because I ran into Kate, I couldn't even get promoted to manager.
And now someone comes over to talk to me about perspective?
Looking at Nolan—who'd been working three years, making mistakes every day, yet got promoted to supervisor earlier than me—inside my heart, there was only intense sorrow.
"Since Nolan has more perspective than I do, then from now on, even the small matters in the department will all be handed to you."
"As for the projects in my hands..."
When the projects were mentioned, Nolan rolled his eyes.
Looks like he was waiting for me to say that.
"Fox, just relax. Leave the work and the projects to me."
Kate also reminded me from the side, "I advise you to behave. If I find out you have ulterior motives, you'll bear the consequences."
I also knew the projects belonged to the company, not to me personally.
I glanced at the agreement the two of them had prepared for me.
The terms were harsh, and it specifically emphasized that I was resigning and leaving of my own initiative.
That way they could pay less compensation.
I looked at Kate. "Is this the company's decision, or yours?"
"You don't need to worry about that. Just sign your name."
The two of them thought I would drag this out for a long time.
Seeing me directly pick up the pen and sign, they exchanged a look, both quite surprised.
But even more than that, they were gloating.
The rest of the employees in the department stayed silent the whole time.
When most of the people had left, I was stopped by Kate.
"The agreement is signed, and I've also read your resignation letter. If you want to come back in the future, it's not impossible."
"But you definitely won't be able to be an assistant supervisor. You can start from being an intern."
I knew she was deliberately mocking me.
So I didn't reply, just smiled and prepared to leave the conference room.
