"Me too. Sister time. Plus, now Harper and Issy are part of our family too. And you and I are going to be roomies again."
The next morning, I knock on Cameron Cooper's office door. He's sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone.
"Joelle, hey, come in." He sits up straighter, trying to look professional. He's twenty-three, fresh out of university.
"Morning, Cameron. Do you have a minute?"
"For you, of course. What's up?"
I place the envelope on his desk. "I'm resigning. I've accepted a position with a professional hockey team in New York."
His face goes pale. "What?"
"I'll make sure to transition everything properly before I go. Train the other physios. Document all my protocols."
"Wait, you're ... you're leaving?"
"Yes."
"But ... but I just started. Dad said you were going to help me learn everything."
"I'll help as much as I can before I go," I reassure him.
Cameron stands up and starts pacing around the room, trying to work out what to do next. "You can't just leave. What am I supposed to do?"
"I can. And I will. I miss my family. I'll be working with them, just like you're working with your dad. I couldn't say no to that opportunity. You have a degree in sports science. You'll be fine."
"I don't know how to do this job! I need you here!" he whines.
"I'm sorry, but this is an incredible opportunity for me."
"If you want more money, I can ask Dad to pay you more."
I shake my head. "It's not about the money."
Cameron ignores my comment and grabs the phone.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Calling my dad." He puts it on speaker.
"Why?"
"Because he’ll know what to do. He always knows what to do."
"Cameron?" David Cooper's voice echoes through the room. "What is it? I'm in a meeting."
"Dad, Joelle just handed in her resignation. She's leaving. Going to New York. I don't know what to do. She's standing right in front of me right now."
Silence.
"Put her on." David sneers through the phone line.
Cameron looks at me. Scared.
I step closer to the phone. "Mr. Cooper ..."
"What the hell is this about?" His voice is sharp. Angry.
