Holding on to even a thread of sanity was becoming more difficult with each passing moment.
The shrill ringing of the phone drilled into his brain, a stark reminder that a new life awaited him, if only he had the courage to reach out and grab it.
So Smith didn't want to leave his portfolio. Who needed him?
The ringing stopped.
Started again.
Standing, he reached for the poker under his desk, knowing now why he'd brought it.
An uncounted number of swings later, Sam took a deep breath and looked defiantly at the shocked faces surrounding him.
"I quit."