Since that was how it was, I might as well rip off the bandage.
"I'm no longer an employee here. There's no reason I should help you recover anything."
Something in my tone made Kate freeze for two seconds.
Then her voice dropped, dangerous. "Ian Fox, is that how you speak to a superior?"
"If you want to leave, fine, but first clean up your own mess."
"And the projects in your hands—hand them over to Nolan."
I guessed it would be like this.
Nolan Jennings coveting my projects wasn't something that started yesterday.
Right now, I have a project worth over a hundred million.
It's also the biggest project the company has taken on since it was founded.
This is them planning to burn the bridge after crossing it, squeezing every last bit of value out of me before they do.
I openly questioned Kate, "Whose mess is it, exactly?"
"How many times have I wiped your ass? Don't you know in your own heart?"
She paused, staring at me in disbelief.
"What did you just say?!"
I shrugged. "The literal meaning. Is it that hard to understand?"
"Anyone leaving the company needs to complete a work handoff."