"This shit again." He grumbled, folding it up again and placing it in his shirt pocket.
He didn't understand why he even kept those damn pieces of paper.
But he didn't question himself.
Taking a post-it note and a pen, he started to write.
Dear Anonymous Brat,
I don't know who you are, but keep your dirty hands off my business. If I want to quit, I'll quit.
It's simple.
You can't do anything about it.
-Levi.
He then folded it, stuck it under the glass, and left.