"I'm taking the morning off."

"Reason?"

"Buying a car."

"Did you tell Elise?"

"No need."

By the time the call ended, I was already in a cab headed to the dealership.

Look at the cars, test drive, sign, pay, pick it up.

It all wrapped up in less than half a day.

When I pressed the key and the car that was finally mine answered with a soft beep, it still didn't feel real.

That was when Elise remembered to call me.

I picked up.

"Toby Henson! Buying a car is a big deal—you couldn't run it by me first?"

"It's my own money."

"That's not what I meant. Do you even know what to look for? Get back here, I'll go with you when I have time."

"You've been saying that for two years."

"And I still rode the subway for two years."

She went quiet.

I parked at the office, and Elise was waiting in the lot.

"You drove it back by yourself? How long has it been since you've driven? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

The way she looked at me, like she was actually worried, almost made me laugh.

When the heavy rain flooded the subway station and I walked two kilometers home, she hadn't worried.

When I twisted my ankle and limped to catch the subway every day, she hadn't worried.

When I worked past midnight and took a cab home alone, she hadn't worried.

Now that I had my own car, she was suddenly worried about my safety.

"Elise, I hired an instructor. A few laps and I had it down."

She blinked.

In the past, when she went after me like that, I'd have fired right back.

I'd have kept her up half the night just to settle who was right.

But now I answered as calmly as if she'd asked what I'd eaten for lunch.

Her face darkened further.

"Toby Henson, you... seem a little different lately."

A delivery guy cut off whatever I was about to say.

She stepped over quickly to take the order.

"Rudolph skipped lunch. Took me forever to coax him into even drinking a coffee. Kids these days."

She shook her head, helpless, fondness all over her face.

"Not like us back then..."

I finished it for her. "Not like us back then, when we couldn't even bring ourselves to buy a single coffee."

The smile froze on her lips.

This time I didn't stop walking. I went straight to the office.

At four in the afternoon, I was in the middle of the handover with Rudolph.

Elise brought over two coffees.

I frowned.

Eight years, and this was the first time she'd ever set something down on my desk.

I knew it was only because of Rudolph.

He jumped up and threw his arms around her.

Elise hugged him back on instinct, then pushed him off the second she caught my eyes.

"I just didn't want you... you two to run out of time for dinner."

Rudolph took a grinning sip and let out a satisfied sigh. "Thanks, Elise! You're the most thoughtful person ever!"

"With you covering all three of my meals, I'm saving my whole food budget!"

Seeing I hadn't moved, Elise asked, "Why aren't you drinking it? Try something the young people like for once."

I pushed it away.

"No thanks, Ms. Fox. I've been cutting sugar lately. I don't drink sweet stuff."

Her face soured. She checked that no one was around, then dropped her voice.

"This is exactly why I don't like getting you things. There's no emotional payoff at all."

"Have you ever gotten me anything?" I asked.

That stopped her cold. In the end she left with one line, "I bring you a coffee and even that turns into a problem," and walked off.

I'd thought the handover would go fast, so I could file my resignation paperwork early.

But Rudolph was far more difficult than I'd expected.

I sorted all the clients by industry standard and packaged every design draft with its corresponding follow-up.

He said, "Your file formats are a mess. I can't make sense of them."

"And this is all digital only—what happens if it gets lost later? Hand-write the source of every project and the client contact info for me, right now."

After more than ten days of him still not being satisfied, I slammed my hand down on the desk.

Elise, who'd been playing deaf and dumb all this time, called us into her office at once.

"Toby, what are you shouting about?"

"Rudolph is the Design Director. You do whatever he tells you. The day Director Simmons is satisfied is the day I sign your resignation request!"

Rudolph let out a smug little snort, and before he turned to leave he ordered me to brew him a coffee and bring it to his office.

I folded my arms and looked at her.

"Elise, is this what you call keeping work and personal life separate?"

"Toby, whether you accept it or not, he's the Design Director now. If you humiliate him in front of everyone, how is he supposed to command any respect later?"

"You've vented, so go. It doesn't look good, you in here alone with me."

Five years of marriage, and for the first time I felt like I was suffocating in the same room as her.

"I'm going by the law either way. Thirty days at the most and I'm out, right on schedule. Tell him to do what he wants with that."

Before I started at the new company, I still had to move and sell the apartment.

I didn't have that kind of time to waste on them.

On my last day, the only things left on my desk were a water cup and a laptop.

Elise had a meeting at headquarters today, so she'd signed off yesterday, and my exit paperwork had already cleared.

After saying goodbye to each of my coworkers, I gathered up my last two belongings and went to leave.

Only to find Rudolph and a few others blocking the doorway.

"I suspect there's company confidential material on your personal computer. The tech department is taking it now!"

That computer held every bit of work I'd poured into these years. I kept it on me coming and going, and there was no way I'd let them walk off with it on their own.

"I'll cooperate with an inspection, but I'm not handing it over to you!"

Rudolph curled his lip into a sneer. "Your computer's also got a lot of new design templates and fonts on it, doesn't it?"

I froze. Those were the portfolio pieces I'd been preparing for interviews once I'd settled on leaving. I hadn't told a single soul.

And the only person who could unlock my computer was Elise.

Rudolph raised his voice.

"Some people have no professional ethics at all. The company spent all these resources training her, and she won't even hand over the core files in full."

"If everyone acted like this, how would the department ever get any work done?"

All these days I'd wanted nothing but to leave fast, but that didn't mean he got to walk all over me.

"This is my personal computer. The templates and fonts on it are my own original work. They have nothing to do with the company."

"You have no right to take my private designs!"

The coworkers around us spoke up too. "Exactly. Who doesn't know how much Toby's contributed here? Most of the proposals were original work, done by his own hand. What's there to take away?"

"If you ask me, some people just enjoy making things hard for others!"

Rudolph couldn't keep face, and he barked the order. "What are you standing around for? Go grab that computer!"

"If you cause damage to company property, can you afford to pay for it?"

He pointed at the coworkers around us. "Anyone who wants to resign with him is welcome to come help him!"

Every one of them dropped their heads and pretended to work.

Two security guards pinned me down, and Rudolph unlocked my computer with no trouble at all, using Elise's birthday.

He tapped at it a few times, careless. "Nothing worth looking at, really." Then he held it out to me.

But I was pinned and couldn't reach to take it.

He smiled, and let go. The computer hit the floor.

A foot came down on the screen, and it shattered into pieces.

"This way nobody has to worry you're hiding something!"

The coworkers all sucked in a sharp breath. Everyone knew a computer meant as much as life itself to a designer.

I broke free and lunged, and drove a fist straight into Rudolph.

"Who told you to touch my computer? Have I been too easy on you?"

"You'd actually hit me?"

"You bet I would."

I grabbed his collar with one hand and swung at his face with the other.

The next second my wrist was locked, and I was flipped flat onto the floor.

I looked up. It was the people Elise had brought.

My arm cracked against the ground, the joint snapping loud enough to hear, and the pain whited out my vision.

Before I could even recover, Elise's furious voice came down on me.

"Toby, have you lost your mind? This is a company, not some street market!"

I gritted my teeth and glared at her. "He smashed my laptop!"

Elise went quiet.

Rudolph said carefully, "I was just worried he'd walk off with company files. How was I supposed to know I'd drop it by accident, and then he goes off like this."

At once Elise's heart went out to him.

"It's fine. I'll handle it."

When her eyes landed on the laptop on the floor, her right hand tightened too, without her noticing.

"He went too far, sure, but Rudolph was doing it for the company. If you'd just turned in the template directly, the laptop wouldn't have gotten broken."

And just like that, I understood.

Today's whole scene had her quiet blessing. The point was to copy off my personal files.

I understood something else too. They were never going to let me walk out of here with that laptop intact.

Fine. Even if I destroyed everything I'd poured myself into, there was no way I'd let them have it for free.

I gave a cold laugh and dragged myself up off the floor.

Elise instantly threw out an arm to shield Rudolph, her eyes all wariness.

I ignored her. I just picked up the laptop and slammed it into the floor.

It didn't break, so I picked it up and slammed it again.

Until the shards cut my hand open and it bled.

Until not even God himself could ever fix it again.

"Satisfied?" I asked Elise.

Something flickered in her eyes at last. A trace of panic.

After all, this was the laptop she'd bought me back then, with the first real money she ever earned.

I'd always treasured it.

That time in the downpour, I'd been soaked through head to toe, but the laptop stayed perfectly dry under the umbrella.

And now I'd smashed it to pieces with my own hands.

"Toby, I…"

I turned, picked up the water cup, and tossed it down at her feet.

"Forgot you bought this one too. Here, it's yours."

I held her gaze for a long moment, then said, "Goodbye, Ms. Fox."

With that, under the stares of her and the rest of them, I turned and walked out.