You shake your head in frustration. Your jaw is clenched tight, and you want to throw something. Instead, you roll your shoulders back and inhale deeply. It doesn’t really help, but at least your coffee mug is still intact. This is the third resignation letter you’ve received this month. And not from an intern or easily replaceable position. This is the third letter from a man you had high hopes for. Maybe you should have promoted him earlier, maybe it wouldn’t have mattered. He is one of you...