Tell Mr. Cambridge, I quit.

You gather up your purse, stuff the diamond and the notice of property transfer into it, and get up.

"Tell Mr. Cambridge: I quit." you say.

"Oh! Okay!" he says, eyes wide with shock as you stalk out the office, not even bothering to glance at Janet when she calls after you.

In the elevator, you feel a hand on your bottom. You turn around and slap the bastard. It's one of the law partners

"You should be ashamed of yourself, Mr. Masterson! And you're married too. I should tell Katie all the things you've done to me!"

"Jenny, no!" to your satisfaction, his face turns chalk white with fear. "What's gotten into you?"

"It's Jennifer, asshole," you snarl as the door opens and you stride into the lobby.

"Jenny, wait!!!"

You turn to see Mr. Cambridge running towards you, out of breath and sweaty. He must have taken the stairs.

"Jenny..." he gasps, holding up his hand to indicate he needs a minute to catch his breath.

You look at him and wonder what you ever saw in him. He looks just like any other greasy, middle-aged, horny white man. Like hundreds that walk through the office every day. He's not even that smart. You think of all of the bad advice you've seen him give over the years, all the settlements which should have gone to court, all the court cases which should have been settled.

And I let this man control me? you wonder. You cradle your purse protectively. It radiates power.

"Jenny," he says, finally.

"It's Jennifer."

He looks up at you, surprised. "Jennifer? Okay, okay, Jennifer! Please stay! Please! I need you! I'll double your salary! I'll give you a new title! Don't go!"

"Sorry... Sammy," you say it with as much mocking as you can. You know how much he hates that name. "I quit."

You turn to go.

"WILL YOU MARRY ME?"

You turn back, aghast, to see Mr. Cambridge on his knees, holding open a small box.

"I was going to ask you last week," he says, "I swear I was! Look, I even bought the ring! Think of how much fun we've had together! Think of all of the orgasms you've had over the years! I know it hasn't all been just toil and work, right? Please... marry me. Become my wife and we'll figure out a new relationship, together!"

"You know," you say, looking down at him, "two years ago this would have been my fairytale ending. "But now..."

"Please," he begs.

"Too little too late," you say. "And now I'll say it in words you'll understand: The answer is NO. The answer will ALWAYS BE NO. I WILL NEVER MARRY YOU, SAMUEL CAMBRIDGE. YOU ARE A SLIMY, DISGUSTING, ARROGANT, ASSHOLE HARASSMENT LAWSUIT WITH NO RESPECT FOR WOMEN... "

"... and no respect for yourself, either."

You stalk out the front door, leaving an entire lobby full of people, staring after you.