I Quit After My Rebirth,Now They're Begging Me to Come Back

I was reborn back to the day before the long holiday weekend. I slapped my resignation letter on my boss's desk, grabbed my bag, and caught a flight to a resort town a thousand miles away.

Because in my previous life, I'd been on vacation when my coworker Sybilla Gilbert made an operational error and called me in a panic, telling me one of the company's precision instruments had malfunctioned.

I rushed back to the office and helped Sybilla repair the instrument.

In the end, I saved the company from losses worth tens of millions.

But even so, the emergency repair had caused a delay in production, and the company owed a client a million dollars in damages.

Sybilla was the one who'd made the mistake. She pinned every last bit of it on me.

"If Layla Dickerson hadn't come back and messed with the controls, the instrument never would've broken down!"

I tried to explain myself to the boss, but he just looked at me, his expression ice-cold. "Layla, you were supposed to be on vacation over the holiday. Why would you have been anywhere near the office?"

"You obviously cut a deal with a competitor and came back to sabotage company property!"

"You're paying for every cent of the damage!"

He took me to court. I lost. The judgment was over a million dollars.

I sold everything I owned and it still wasn't enough. I worked myself to the bone trying to pay it off, until one day my blood sugar bottomed out, I collapsed, and I fell down a flight of stairs. By the time the ambulance got me to the hospital, it was too late.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the long holiday weekend.

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I walked into my boss's office and handed him my resignation. Victor Henson looked at the paper, then looked at me. "Layla, you're quitting?"

I nodded. "Mr. Henson, aren't you the one who's always saying my salary alone could pay for five fresh college grads?"

"So isn't my resignation exactly what you wanted?"

I knew Victor had been itching to get rid of me for a while now.

After all, my salary was high.

But if he fired me, the severance package alone would cost more than he could stomach.

On top of that, I was genuinely the backbone of the company. That precision instrument? I was the only person who could operate it.

Then Sybilla Gilbert came along. She told Victor she could handle the instrument too.

From that moment on, Victor started undermining me at every turn, sometimes openly, sometimes behind my back.

All to pressure me into quitting on my own.

In my previous life, I couldn't bring myself to walk away from the money.

And I'd had feelings for this company. Loyalty. Attachment. So I never left.

This time was different.

Why would I stay at a company that was a week away from going under?

Once Victor went bankrupt, he wouldn't even be able to make payroll.

"Layla, if that's what you want, then consider this resignation approved!"

Victor looked at me, nodded quickly, and said the words like he couldn't get them out fast enough.

There was a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

Clearly, my departure meant he'd be saving a fortune.

What he didn't know was that Sybilla Gilbert, the woman he was banking everything on, was a complete amateur.

Not that I had any intention of telling him.

"Mr. Henson, once I finish the handover, if everything checks out, I'll be on my way."

I looked at him evenly as I said it.

Victor immediately picked up the phone and called Sybilla and someone from HR.

Within minutes, Sybilla and the HR manager walked in together.

When Sybilla heard I was leaving, she froze for a second. Then her whole face lit up.

In her mind, the moment I walked out that door, the technical lead position was hers.

She'd watched me operate that instrument plenty of times. It never looked that hard.

What she didn't know was that the machine was old and deteriorating. Victor was too cheap to replace it.

Without me, half the problems that thing threw up were problems she couldn't solve.