"I am resigning from this position, effective immediately. I have already fulfilled the legal formalities and cleared my desk this morning. I don't want to work under you anymore, Mr. Rathore."
A heavy, suffocating silence followed. Her gaze remained fixed on him, projecting a calm she didn't truly feel, while his eyes were glued to the white envelope in his hand. Beneath the safety of her dupatta, her fingers were restlessly pleating the fabric.
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