Page 133 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Todd’s resignation letter was short and sweet, and nothing in the world felt better than handing it over to Stephen and watching the emotions play across his face.
He had given them two weeks’ notice, as required. But when Stephen met his gaze, he knew he’d be walked out with a box of his personal belongings soon. He’d taken everything home days ago and said good-bye to Erin and a few others that morning.
Stephen folded his hands over the letter. “We’ll be sad to see you go.”
“Bullshit,” Todd said. “But I appreciate the sentiment. I’d say I’ll miss working here, but we both know that’s a pile of lies, too.”
Stephen winced. “Look, I feel bad about the way things happened.”
“Not enough to deal with Nathan.”
“He’s a good engineer.”
So am I.But he didn’t say that. “Well, I do hope that BinBox feels that way and no onethereends up on his shit list.”
“Where are you off to?”
“CirroBot.” Top-notch robotics firm. Nothing close to Singularity Storage’s business. They couldn’t nail him with the noncompete clause.
Such satisfaction from seeing Stephen pale. “Oh.” His brows furrowed. “They’re in Pittsburgh.”
Yes, they were. “Are we finished?”
Stephen startled but recovered quickly. “For now. Please stay close to your cube for the rest of the day.”
Todd nodded and headed out. Before he was even two steps down the hall, he heard Stephen phone IT and order them to cut his account.
What an asshole. Not like he’d do anything to the systems. Had he wanted to, he would have by now.
A half hour later, he had an exit interview with HR, and was sodonewith all of Singularity’s shit. He was brutally honest about what he saw happen to Eli and Fazil, and what had been done to him in the aftermath.
There’d be a guard waiting at his cube to see him out of the office. Fine. He had only one stop to make before he left this shithole.
He leaned up against the wall of Nathan’s cube, creaking the metal frame.
Anger flashed over Nathan’s chiseled features. “What the hell do you want?”
“To say good-bye.” He kept his voice even, but loud enough to be heard over the walls. They still had ears, those walls.
Nathan stared at him.
“You’ll be pleased to know I’ve resigned. Effective immediately, apparently.”
Still nothing. But then Nathan wasn’t stupid, just an asshole. No doubt he was waiting for something, but probably not what Todd intended.
“You know, Stephen told me you saw Fazil and me together at a club on Capitol Hill. Dancing.”
Nathan’s face darkened. “And more. It was disgusting.”
“Really?” Todd cocked his head. “See, I know which club we were at, and it’s not a place a fag-hating guy would mistakenly walk into. So either you were there to bash some head—which would be insane because I’ve seen the bouncers there—or you were there to get some head yourself.”
He paled and his lips parted and there it was: the icy-cold edge of absolutefear.
Todd pushed off the cube wall and placed a business card on the edge of Nathan’s desk, one for an LGBTQ center. “If you ever decide to give up hating yourself.” He turned and walked away. From Nathan. From Stephen. From Singularity.
He had a new life to start in a new city with a better company. He could only hope that Fazil would forgive him and take him back.
