Later that day, Sarah walked into Rick' s opulent office, a formal resignation letter in her hand.
The man himself was lounging on his leather sofa, Tiffany perched beside him, giggling as he fed her a strawberry.
He looked up, saw Sarah, and his face hardened into a sneer.
"Oh, look who it is. Come to beg for your job back, Sarah? Or is that another one of your pathetic love letters?"
He didn't even glance at the envelope she held out.
"Tiffany is a little stressed from all the excitement," Rick said, his tone patronizing. "Be a dear and arrange for that special calming herbal tea she likes. The one with the chamomile and lavender."
Sarah' s hand remained outstretched, the letter prominent.
"And Tiffany, in her immense generosity," Rick continued, beaming at his goddaughter-fiancée, "has agreed that you can continue to work for us after we're married. As our live-in estate manager. That way, you can still be near me, manage my affairs. It' s more than you deserve, frankly."
Tiffany giggled again. "Yes, Sarah, it' ll be just like old times, won't it?"
Sarah' s voice was flat. "This is my letter of resignation, Rick."
Rick' s smile vanished. He snatched the letter from her hand.
His eyes scanned it, his face growing darker with each line.
"Resignation?" he finally spat out. "You ungrateful bitch. After everything I've done for you?"
He ripped the letter into tiny pieces, the shreds fluttering to the expensive carpet.
"You think you can just walk away? I'll blacklist you! You'll never work in this industry again if you continue this ridiculous stunt!"
His voice rose to a shout. "You're nothing without me, Sarah! Nothing!"
Sarah simply looked at him, at the man she had once loved, the man who had murdered her.
The man whose empire she had secretly built.
"Consider my resignation delivered," she said calmly, then turned and walked out of the office, leaving him sputtering in impotent rage.
The threats meant nothing. He couldn' t blacklist the future majority shareholder of his biggest competitor.