No, you really quit

"Sorry, but I quit. And that's final", you decide.

Greg lets out a soft sigh, reaching under the desk for your contract and placing it in front of him. "Alright. If that's what you really want. I can't say I'm not disappointed, but I suppose it's for the best."

"I'm sorry", you say, although you're not sure if you have anything to apologize for.

"Don't worry about it. You did what's right for you, Marlow", Greg says as he slowly starts tearing up your contract. You're actually surprised that he's taking it so well. "As I said, you're not only extremely sexy. You're also very smart. And that means I will trust your judgement, even if I don't necessarily agree with it".

"Thanks", you smile weakly as you get up from the chair. You feel like you're on the verge of blushing, but also like a weight has been lifted off your chest.

"Hey now, enough with the emotions," Greg says as he shoves the torn-up contract into the bin. "You're giving me the feels, and my only purpose in life is to give others the feels. Just remember that you can always come back. This studio could be your home for as long as you want it to be."

"Yeah. Thanks, Greg", you say as you open the door.

"Don't mention it", he answers, smiling softly and casting a final loving glance at your ass as you leave the room.