Quit Cold Turkey

Summary

The day my best friend quit her job, I started writing my resignation letter too.

My manager, passing by, scoffed.

“Her parents supported her before she got married, and her husband supports her now. She’s worth millions. And you?”

He sneered. “With that pathetic salary of yours, can you even afford a plane ticket?”

I was an orphan as a child. A student on financial aid in college. Now, just cheap labor.

There really wasn't much about me to command respect.

But…

“I can afford it.”