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"You don't have to go to the office. You can just send in your resignation letter from home." Brian tells me the moment I step out of the shower. He's standing before the mirror tucking in his white shirt. He's in rush because he's getting late for work. "I have to go. I've been working there for five years so I owe them an explanation and a goodbye. Quitting from home is rude." "Who cares if it's rude? Your boss is an ass so you shouldn't be explaining yourself to him." "You think everyone in my life is an ass." "Well, apart from me." "Look, Brian-" "Don't go to the office. Write the damn letter from home! "Hey!" He blows out his breath in an attempt to hold himself together. "Riya, I'm your husband. I think I should have a say in this." "What's so bad about going to the offi