He sounded a bit peeved. "Kelly, your performance isn't the issue. I was even thinking of cutting your internship short because you're ready. You showed up, so see it through. Whatever you're facing, I'm here to support you. I'll ignore this resignation letter. See you at the office tomorrow."
"I'm not coming back, Mr. Brown."
"Beep... Beep..."
The call ended with a click. I sighed, buried myself back under the covers, and drifted back to sleep.
When I woke up, it was dusk. I got dressed and decided to grab some dinner.
As I was about to leave, my phone buzzed. It was Mr. Brown again.
Was he calling to drag me back to the office? I hesitated, then answered.
His voice was deep and compelling. "Kelly, where are you? We need to talk."
"Mr. Brown, I really don't plan on coming back," I tried to cut him off.
"Meet me. I think I understand what you're dealing with. Let's talk it out. I'm still your boss—I can't just ignore your struggles. Where are you? I'll come pick you up."
Mr. Brown took me to an upscale Italian restaurant, a first for me. The elegant vibe made me feel out of place.
I blinked at the menu prices, shocked.