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“You want to resign?” Mr. Klein repeated, clearly stunned, as if the concept of anyone leaving his firm was inconceivable.
“Yes. This has been a nice place to work, but I just don’t want to be here anymore.” At the almost hurt expression on Mr. Klein’s face, Malcom immediately added, “That isn’t a reflection of the working conditions, or of anyone here—with the exception of Randall, who heats up Thai leftovers for lunch every day.”
This brought light laughter from everyone, even Randall, who was well aware his lunch was a running joke in the office.
“You’re serious about this?” Mr. Schmidt asked, entering the conversation.
Malcom’s tone was firm. “Yes.”
Seemingly at a loss as well, Mr. Schmidt paused for a long moment before pragmatically inquiring, “Can you get everything you’re working on completed in two weeks?”
“Yes.” Even if he had to work twenty hours a day, every day of that two weeks, Malcom would get it done.
“Are you planning on going to another firm? Because—”
“No, I’m not going to another firm. There are just some things I want to do with my time,” Malcom explained. “And if my father’s death has taught me anything, it’s that life can stop without warning, so I want to make the most of the life I have left.”
He knew he was laying it on a bit thick (because having a very stressful job, not taking medication to control your high blood pressure, indulging in regular consumption of alcohol, and engaging in zero exercise often led to death), but he was talking to a room full of lawyers, so he wasn’t worried about it being too much. Not surprisingly, when he was done speaking, everyone was nodding like he’d just said something profound.
“All right, then.” Mr. Schmidt’s eyes behind his thick, bi-focal glasses were suspiciously bright as he told Malcom, “Your father would be very proud of you, for pursuing your dreams, whatever they may be.”
“I think he would be, too,” Malcom answered with a straight face.
Chapter 83
Laundry rooms aren’t just for laundry
Despite his resolve to work nonstop to get his assigned work completed, Malcom decided to go home right after the staff meeting was over and start the grueling schedule tomorrow … because tonight was for celebrating.
At home, he found Evan in the apple-green laundry room, folding clothes. Since most of his days were free, he’d taken over the majority of the laundry, as well as some of the grocery shopping, minus the trips to the Farmer’s Market, which were a group endeavor.
“You’re home early,” Evan said, then after a quick glance at his watch, almost became concerned. “Really early … are you okay?”
“I’m great,” Malcom replied.
Evan turned away from the stacks of clothes on the granite countertop. “You’re giving off a very weird vibe right now. What’s going on?”
After taking a deep breath, Malcom blurted out, “I quit my job today.”
Evan’s eyebrows rose. “You … quit your job today?”
“Yes. About a half hour ago.”
“Why?” Evan asked, then sort of backtracked. “My asking isn’t meant to imply I don’t wholeheartedly approve of your decision, because I do. I’m just curious.”
“Well, I was sitting in a staff meeting and it just hit me that I didn’t want to be where I was anymore, so I quit, right there in front of everyone.”
Evan slowly cut the distance between him and Malcom, and wrapped him in a hug. “That’s the best fucking news.” Then, pulling back slightly, asked, “Does Jules know?”
“I called, but she didn’t answer, so I left her a voicemail.”
“We’re definitely going to celebrate tonight.”
They started kissing, and within minutes Evan had Malcom leaning against a wall, with theCat On A Hot Tin Roofposter behind him, and his slacks open. Then, after throwing a folded towel on the floor, Evan sank to his knees and grabbed Malcom’s erection, giving it a long lick.
Malcom groaned. “I should have quit my job sooner.”
“Yes, you should have,” Evan agreed, before taking as much of Malcom’s cock as was physically possible, and sucking hard, forcing him to lock his knees to keep his legs from shaking.
