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"Here's the thing..." Simon stood in front of me, sopping wet. "You can't quit."

This was just what I got for opening the door on a dark, rainy night at a time when all sane people were in bed asleep. As it was I got to meet my soon to be ex-assistant manager and sometime friend in my fluffy PJs sometime past midnight. I had to wear the bunny PJs that night. Insert mental groan here.

Simon was, to put it simply, a total sweet heart. and a good boss. If he had been the boss I might not have wanted to quit so badly. But the facts were that he was not the boss he was the assistant boss and the boss sucked. And fact number two? I was wearing the bunny pajamas. Someone out there hates me. I glared at the ceiling- aiming for the cosmos in general.

"Is there something interesting up there?" Simon was raising one eyebrow. Probably contemplaiting whether or not I was completely sane. Whatever. "Simon," I said, ignoring him, "What the freaking heck are you doing here?"
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He looked at me, dark eyes intense. "You can't quit." He reiterated. I started to interupt but he kept going. "You can't! You are one of the best employees that we have. Please, Booger is the next best thing we have." Ah, yes, Booger. I believe that his name should fill you in a bit as to how badly things sucked over at our lovely establishment.

"Is that really supposed to encourage me?" I raised a brow, "You know Harvey is a sexiest pig- which is why Booger has gotten the last three months awards for employee of the month. Come on Simon."

He was practically pouting, "But.... Izzy..." he looked at me pleadingly again. "Please?"

I laughed. "No, Simon! I'm afraid I just don't like you that much. Now get out of here. You are dripping all over my floor and I'm tired. You don't want me to be late for my last day of work now do you? Hmm?" I didn't wait for an anwer, I just reached past him and opened the door and gave him a shove." He got the hint, but threw one last look over his shoulder as he leaned on my doorway. "If you reconsider let me know." He looked as if he was going to say more so I said, "Not gonna happen, sweetie. Now, go away." Laughing I shut the door in his face. From my spot at the window I watched as he walked-jogged to his cars getting even more drenched along the way.