I thought I was ready for this. Really, I did. But when I saw them, I just lost it. I was shaking all over with rage.
I slammed the door open, startling Meredith.
She jumped up, scrambling to fix her clothes.
Just as she was about to yell at whoever interrupted, she saw it was me. For once, she actually tried to explain.
"R-Randall, please, i-it's not what you think! Devon had something in his eye, some dust or whatever. I was just trying to help blow it out…"
Oh, come on. Dust? On the 22nd floor of a high-rise company? She must really think I'm a complete idiot.
"I just texted you. I invited you to his celebration party. You didn't even reply…"
"Oh, and I even booked your favorite restaurant for it!"
"Look, I know I've been swamped with work lately. I've been distant, but I swear, that's never gonna happen again."
She was fidgeting with the edge of her shirt, her voice all wobbly. But I've had enough; I threw the original source files and my resignation letter at her.
"Sign that resignation letter, or I'm going to the cops, report that son of a bitch, and file a case for copyright infringement!"