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I really don’t want to, though.

Quit.

Once that one word imbeds itself in my mind, I can’t shake it loose. Can I really do this?

I start going over my budget in my head, running the numbers again and again and again. When Calvin was here last night, he told me the utilities and internet for this place are included with the bakery so I don’t have to pay those. I send money to my sister when I can to help her out since neither one of us can depend on our mother. But even then, what I make at the bakery would be more than enough to cover everything and allow me to save up to move out eventually.

I don’t love the idea of mooching off my boss for longer than necessary but Calvin made it clear last night that I’m welcome to stay here as long as I need to.

Shit.

Am I really going to do this?

I hesitate for just a second before grabbing my phone off the table and pulling up Brett’s contact info. Brett is the general manager of the hotel and his dad owns the place. I haven’t interacted with him much but he’s always seemed like a decent guy.

I just hope he won’t be pissed.

My stomach churns at the thought. I’ve never been good with confrontation and always try to make things easier for everyone around me so this is nerve-racking.

I press the call button before I can talk myself out of it and press the phone to my ear, my hands shaking.

Brett answers on the third ring.

“Lennon?”

Fuck.

I nod, hyping myself up as my knee bounces under the table. “Hey, Brett. Just need to talk to you about something real quick.”

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“I just needed to let you know that I’ve decided to move on from the hotel so this is me putting in my two weeks notice.”

“What?” he asks, an edge to his voice that wasn’t there a moment ago. “You’re quitting?”

I nod again, despite the fact that he can’t see me. “Yes, I am. I’ve been running myself ragged with both jobs and my situation recently changed so I need to make an adjustment.”

He releases a breath. “Yeah, fine. I’ll mark it down. When will your last day be?”

I glance over at the calendar hanging from the fridge. “May fifteenth would be my last day.”

“Okay,” he answers, his voice tight. “It’s in the calendar.”

“Thank you, Brett.”

“Yeah,” he answers and before I can say anything else, the line goes dead. I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at the screen for a second before tossing it onto the table.

Christ.

That was worse than I thought it’d be.

Blowing out a breath, I sink further into my chair and lay my head against the back, closing my eyes.

Well, at least it’s done.

Just have to get through two more weeks and I’ll be down to only one job with more free time than I know what to do with.

A laugh bubbles out of me.