Henry

*2 years. That's how long you've been working for Henry. Early mornings, late nights, running errands & fighting off the press. Henry stares down at your letter.. His mouth agape as if he can't believe this is actualy happening. You stand across the other end of his desk. Arms crossed. Foot tapping. Akward Silence setting in...* “If this is still about the Uber, I swear that driver was practically a fugitive. And you, well, you chose those rediculous shoes. I can’t be held responsible."