RDD 15

Chapter 15

We left the office and walked outside together. The place we went to was only a few meters away from the office. 

Actually, I feel bad resigning now that I can see that the manager looked tired. If I add my resignation, he will probably be depressed. 

[New Mission Acquire!]

[Resign from your job.]

[Rewards: 1 point.]

I was stunned for a second before I realized what happened. The notification was abrupt and shocking. 

I don't know what to say. Looks like the system wants me to give up this job. Alright, I guess I don't have a choice. 

The system made it easier for me. Now I didn't feel guilty at all. This resignation might affect them, and so do I, but at least I will get a system reward. 1 point is still 1 point. 

Let's just hope that they will not give me less money. But then again, my decision is already determined the moment I acquired the Grind System. 

"Manager, I want to resign. Here's my resignation letter."

Pulling the letter that I prepared last night, the Manager was dumbfounded and his expression was somber. 

"Huh? You got to be kidding me, even you, Keith?"

"I'm sorry."

That's the only thing I could say. This job helped me and my family a lot. 

The Manager sighed as he looked at my serious expression. Based on what he said, it seemed that I'm not the only one who resigned... 

"Is it because of what happened last month?"

"..."

I actually never thought of that. But honestly, what happened last month was too heavy for me. 

Last month a big incident happened and it was even announced on national television. 

Two carnappers were killed by the police. They were killed while riding a stolen car. And yup, the person they stole from was me, Keith Castillo. 

At that time, I was scared shitless. The two men entered my car and I thought they were normal customers. However, when they pulled out their guns and pointed them at my head, I almost thought I would die. 

They stole my hard-earned money and company car. I didn't dare fight back because I know how stupid it would be. 

Then, they sped up and left me in the middle of the road. 

I was sweating and traumatized but I realized that I might be fired if I didn't do something. So I called the police and they tracked the car using the plate number. 

A shootout happened and the two carnappers were killed. The media interviewed me but I begged them to blur my face because I don't want to scare my family... Penelope still found out about it and cried. 

That incident traumatized me and made me depressed. I can say that it was one of the reasons why I killed myself. 

'It's ironic that I'm afraid of death, yet I still killed myself.'

'It's ironic that I want to resign even though I'm afraid of getting fired.'

The company never blamed me and they actually gave me compensation and a week's vacation. All I did with the money was buy booze and drown in depression. My wife and I fought because of that. I know, I'm an asshole. Never again will I touch alcohol.

I kept my mouth shut and let the Manager misunderstand. 

"I see..."

The Manager sighed again. He didn't want to blame me because he knew what I experienced. Perhaps he thought I was afraid of this job. 

To be fair, being a taxi driver is far better than other jobs. At least this job has better pay than being a construction or factory worker. Working in an office sounds good too, but I was not fortunate for five years and taxi driver was my best job. 

"Last week, another car was stolen. It seems that there's a crime syndicate that targets taxi cars. We're not the only company that they have stolen from, I understand if you want to resign."

... I didn't know that. I guess I'm not the only unlucky one. I hope they can move on because being pointed at by two guns is terrifying. 

"It's alright, I'll fix your salary today, and your separation fee too. So what are you going to do from now on? Do you want me to find you a job? I know a restaurant that is hiring a waiter."

"I actually want to start my own business. Just a small business, I'm not asking for much."

I scratched the back of my head, feeling ashamed. The Manager is a good guy for understanding my situation. He didn't even look mad, just sad. 

"That's good."

"Thanks."

"Just wait here for half an hour. You see where preparing for the Christmas Party and the bonuses. I'll call you once I fixed the papers."

"Thank you Manager."

Waiting for half an hour is not a problem to me.

.........

......

...

After half an hour, the Manager came back and gave me an envelope which has a stack of bills. I took a glimpse and realized it was quite a lot...

"M- Manager--"

"Just take it. You're a good person and you deserve it. I'm thankful that you never blame and press a charge against the Company."

... Again, I didn't think of that. Is it even possible to file a complaint? 

"So, you don't want to stay and join the Party? We hired a catering and there is booze too."

"I'm sorry Manager, I still have something to do."

It would be awkward for me to join the party knowing that I already resigned. That would be too shameless. 

"Hm, have a safe trip. I hope you will have a fruitful business."

"Thank you very much. I wish you a merry Christmas."

I could not help but bow my head. I feel grateful for the Manager's kindness. 

[Mission Complete!]

[You earned 1 point!]

As I bid my farewell knowing that this would be the last time I'll be here, the system notified me that I completed the mission. I grinned and found a safe spot to count my money. 

After all, poor people love money! Big money!