121: Resignation Letter

Fenella’s POV "I want to quit," I said as I placed the white envelope on Alan's desk. Alan looked at the envelope and raised one eyebrow. I had prepared myself for Alan's possible outburst, knowing how he could become extremely temperamental when he was angry. Everyone knew how Alan could be very volatile when upset. I swallowed hard, bracing myself for Alan's reaction, but he simply remained seated in his chair. He tapped his pen on his hand. Alan just sat there, staring at the envelope, with both elbows resting on the armrests of his chair. After a while, he finally swiveled his chair to face me directly. He uncrossed his legs and propped both elbows on the desk. I tightened my fingers around my small white bag. My body was stiff in the chair, waiting for Alan's reaction as if I were awaiting a judge's verdict. He then looked at me coldly. "Is this an April Fool's joke?" He asked, frowning with a raised eyebrow, dismissing me. "It's December 1st, Alan, not April 1st. This is not a jo