My Resignation Letter Was Rejected by My Ex-Girlfriend, the CEO

At the island resort's buffet dinner, the air was thick with the sweet aroma of grilled oysters and coconut oil. Colleagues gathered in small groups, their wine glasses clinking crisply. I sat alone in a corner, my plate piled high in front of me, but I hadn't touched it. My stomach was burning. I just stared at the yacht slowly approaching on the distant horizon. Its lights cast a golden line across the dark blue sea, growing brighter and brighter as it drew closer. Old Liu, the HR director, stood on the makeshift platform, holding a wine glass. He was a man nearing fifty, slightly overweight, with a smiling face...