My Bonus for Her Ring? Watch Me Board This Flight.

The laptop screen glowed blue in the dark study. Professor Beaumont's face filled the frame — silver hair pushed back, reading glasses perched low on his nose, a wall of bookshelves behind him that made my single shelf look like a yard sale.

He picked up on the second ring.

"Nora." His voice carried the faint grain of a transatlantic connection. "It's nearly one in the morning where you are."

"I know. I wanted to catch you before your seminar."

He leaned back, studying me through the camera the way he studied data sets — patient, thorough, waiting for the variable that didn't fit.

"Three things," I said. "The resignation went through. My visa cleared. I booked the flight."

"All three? In one week?"

"All three."

He nodded slowly. "Visa category?"

"Researcher. Three-year work authorization, renewable."

"And the institute paperwork?"

"Signed on Monday. I've been a registered fellow since."

He smiled, small, surprised. "You've been busy."

"I've been waiting two years. It just looked like nothing was happening."

He laughed once. "Send me your flight details. I'll have someone meet you at Zurich."

"I'd appreciate that."

He paused. "Nora — one question. Are you leaving alone?"

"Yes."

"And does he know?"

The sentence hung in the air.

"He approved my resignation form ninety seconds after switching another woman's plane seat," I said. "He hasn't read what he signed. He doesn't know what he signed. He thinks it's a vacation request."

Beaumont watched me for a long moment.

"Then I won't ask anything else." He adjusted his glasses. "We'll see you on Friday."

I closed the laptop.

The apartment was silent. Elliott had fallen asleep in the guest room — the third night this month. He'd stopped giving me reasons. Stopped giving me anything.

I stood up and walked to the kitchen. Made tea. Carried it back. Sat down at the desk and opened a new document.

The handover memo took forty-seven minutes to write. Every active client. Every renewal date. Every contact name with the right pronunciation noted in parentheses. The only client I left vague was KR-0917-LX — Meridian Logistics. The renewal date in the system read November thirteenth. The real date — the date the client's internal budget cycle locked — was November third. Ten days earlier.

I'd known that date for three years. Richard Lowe, their VP of operations, had told me the first time we'd met, in confidence, because his own team didn't track it correctly.

I left the system date in the memo. The real one stayed in my head.

Some things you don't owe a company that's already overwritten you.

I emailed the memo to Clara Tong in HR — not to Elliott, not to Jade — and marked the message *for personnel file.*

Then I drew a slow X through today's square on the calendar.

One day.