The private gym hummed with quiet intensity as Hez moved through his exercises under Britney’s watchful eye. Alicia spotted him on the bench press, her expression focused, while Sara monitored his form with a critical gaze. The rhythmic clink of weights and controlled breathing filled the space—until the doors slid open.
Maya and Lena strode in, their designer workout attire immacute, their expressions anything but rexed.
“We did it,” Maya announced, crossing her arms. “HR accepted your resignation. And ours.”
Lena sighed, running a hand through her hair. “The office was unbearable. Everyone whispering, giving us looks—like we’re just your kept women.”
Hez sat up, wiping his brow with a towel, a smirk pying on his lips. “Aren’t you?”
Maya’s eyes fshed. “Unlike you, we actually had to work there. Eight hours a day, under fluorescent lights, while you—” She gestured around the vish gym. “You’re here pying king.”
Alicia chuckled, rolling her shoulders. “Sounds like someone’s jealous.”
Maya shot her a gre, but before she could retort, Hez held up a hand.
“Enough.”
He reached for his phone, fingers flying across the screen. A moment ter, four synchronized dings echoed in the room as notifications lit up their phones.
250,000 – Deposited into each of their accounts.
Maya’s breath caught. Lena’s lips parted. Even Sara, usually unshakable, blinked at the amount.
Alicia smirked. “And that’s why we don’t compin.”
Hez stood, stretching zily. “Resign. Today. If you want to live like my women, then live like my women.”
The unspoken rule hung in the air—No half-measures.
Britney, watching from the sidelines, trembled. Not from fear, but from something far more dangerous—want. The sheer casualness of it, the way money moved like an afterthought… It made her chest tight.
The Dashboard’s Silent Verdict
Unseen by the women, Hez’s screen flickered:
[Familiarity Increase]
Maya: 90
Lena: 91
Sara: 89
Alicia: 88
1,000,000 – Not Refunded]
A calcuted loss. Worth every penny.
[Current Money 20,900,000]
***
Maya's Resignation.
The sleek gss doors of Bckstone Financial slid open as Maya strode in, her Louboutins clicking sharply against the marble floor. The morning hum of the office quieted as heads turned—everyone had heard the rumors.
She didn’t go to her desk. Instead, she walked straight into Mr. Holloway’s office—her boss, and the man who’d once told her "nepotism doesn’t belong in finance."
He looked up from his monitor, brow furrowed. "Maya. You’re te."
She dropped her resignation letter onto his desk. "No. I’m gone."
Holloway’s face darkened. "You’re under contract. Walk out now, and we’ll sue for breach—"
Maya pulled out her phone, tapped twice, and set it before him. A transfer confirmation glowed on the screen:
12,000 – Sent to Bckstone Financial.
"Consider it a donation," she said sweetly. "Or a bribe. Whichever shuts you up faster."
The room froze. Holloway’s mouth opened—then closed.
Behind her, whispers erupted.
"Did she just—?"
"That’s more than her penalty cuse—"
"Who the hell is this guy she’s with?!"
Maya didn’t wait for appuse. She turned on her heel and left, her assistant scrambling after her with a cardboard box of her things.
"Maya! Wait!" Her closest colleague, Daniel, caught her at the elevator. "You’re really doing this? For him?"
She smirked, adjusting her Prada sungsses. "For me, darling. He just made it possible.
***
Lena’s Grand Finale – A Mastercss in Pettiness.
Across town, at Verdant Medical Research, Lena’s exit was even more theatrical.
She’d timed it perfectly—mid-morning, when the board was in session. Without knocking, she pushed into the conference room where Dr. Kaur, her frosty superior, was mid-presentation.
"Lena!" Kaur snapped. "This is a closed—"
"I quit." Lena tossed a check onto the table. "Twenty grand. That covers my non-compete and my dignity."
The room erupted.
"You can’t just—"
"The project deadline is—"
"Is this about those rumors?!"
Lena ignored them, turning to her wide-eyed b partner, Eli. "Burn my files. Especially the ones for Kaur’s pet project."
Kaur shot up, livid. "You bitch—"
"Tsk." Lena waggled her fingers. "That’s Dr. Bitch to you."
The door smmed behind her.
The Aftermath – A Storm of Gossip
By lunch, the stories were already spiraling:
Maya had allegedly thrown her keycard into Holloway’s coffee.
Lena had reportedly wiped all her data before leaving (she hadn’t—but the fear was delicious).
And the money? No one casually dropped five figures to walk away.
Their phones blew up. Former colleagues, "friends," even HR interns slid into their DMs:
"Girl, WHO IS HE?!"
"Are you okay??"
"Can you refer me? Asking for a friend."
Maya and Lena ignored them all, meeting at the Celestia’s rooftop pool instead.
"Cheers," Lena said, clinking her champagne flute against Maya’s. "To unemployment."
Maya grinned. "To never pretending we care about pensions again."
Watching from the other side, Britney gripped the railing, her nails biting into her palms.
She’d seen the transfers. The defiance. The freedom.
And for the first time, she didn’t just want Hez’s world.
She ached for it.
