Now I was going back to quit before I'd really even started. Story of my life, right?
The administrative floor was super quiet compared to the rest of The Ranch. No music, no laughter, no sounds of people hooking up in semi-public spaces. Just thick carpet that swallowed my footsteps and that vanilla-cinnamon scent that expensive places always seem to pump through the air. The assistant at the desk, some guy with eyes sharp enough to cut glass and a smile that screamed “I know all your secrets” looked up as I approached.
“Mr. Bennett,” he greeted me, recognition flickering across his features. “Do you have an appointmentwith the bosses?”
“No,” I admitted. “But I was hoping one of them might have a few minutes to speak with me. It’s important.”
He studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Mr. Stone is out of the office, but The Master is here. Let me check if he’s available.” He tapped at his tablet, then spoke into his headset in a low voice. After a brief exchange, he looked back up at me. “You’re in luck. He can see you now.”
He rose and led me to the imposing double doors of The Master's office, knocking once before pushing them open. “Mr. Bennett to see you, sir.”
The Master’s office was dark and imposing, just like the man who stood by the window, overseeing the resort. He turned as we entered, his expression unreadable. “Thank you, Antonio. That will be all.”
The assistant withdrew, closing the doors behind him with a soft click. Ibrahim gestured to the chairs in front of his desk. “Please, sit down.”
I took a seat, suddenly nervous despite my resolve. Ibrahim moved to his chair, his movements deliberate and controlled. Everything about him exuded authority, from his impeccable suit to his steady gaze.
“What can I do for you, Theo?” he asked, his voice calm and measured.
I took a deep breath. “I wanted to discuss my contract.”
Ibrahim’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes. “I see. Is there an issue with the terms?”
“No, the terms are fine. It’s just... I’ve decided not to renew at the end of the season.”
Ibrahim leaned back, studying me with those penetrating eyes. “Has something happened to precipitate this decision? Or is it because you were hurt?”
I shook my head. “No, nothing happened. And I wasn’t hurt. Not physically, anyway.” I paused, gathering my thoughts. “I’ve just decided that this isn’t the life I want to live. As good as the money is, I can’t keep my heart locked up.”
Ibrahim nodded, as if my explanation made perfect sense. “This profession isn’t for everyone. It requires a certain compartmentalization that some find more challenging than others.”
“I thought I could do it,” I admitted. “I thought I could separate the physical from the emotional. But I can’t.”
Ibrahim’s lips curved in a small, knowing smile. “Few can, in truth. Those who claim otherwise are usually lying to themselves.” He steepled his fingers, regarding me thoughtfully. “You will be given your full season’s salary, even if you decide to leave now, during your probationary period.”
That was unexpected. “That’s generous, but I’m prepared to fulfill my end of the contract.”
Ibrahim nodded, something like approval in his gaze. “That’s admirable. Though if you find the situation becomes untenable, the offer remains open.” He leaned forward. “May I ask what you plan to do after your time here?”
I shrugged, the reality of my uncertain future settling in. “I’m not sure yet. Find another job, I guess. Something that will help me support my brother.”
“Ah, yes. Your brother.” Ibrahim’s expression softened further. “How is he doing?”
“Better,” I said, a small smile tugging at my lips despite everything. “The physical therapy is helping. He’s making progress.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Ibrahim rose from his chair, signaling the end of our conversation. “I wish you well, Theo, whatever path youchoose. And should you ever reconsider, or need a reference for future employment, my door is always open.”
I stood as well, extending my hand. “Thank you. For understanding and for... everything.”
Ibrahim took my hand, his grip firm. “You’re welcome. And Theo?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t regard your time here as a failure. Think of it as a learning experience. About the world, and about yourself.”
I nodded, a lump forming in my throat. “I will.”
As I left The Master's office and headed back to the elevator, that same calm feeling got stronger. I'd made my decision and taken the first step toward... well, I didn't know what exactly, but something else. Something that wouldn't make me feel like a robot going through the motions.
