Satisfaction
It was just a matter of time before she quit. There was something comforting in knowing that no matter what this job would be, it wouldn't be forever. The more she thought about quitting, the easier it was to assume an air of complacency, acceptance of the status quo.
There was a secret pleasure in lulling her "superiors" into thinking they had tamed her like the rest of the sheep. It would be so much more satisfying to see the dull lack of comprehension, tinged with a feeling of betrayal, that would wash over their faces when she gave notice, explaining to them why their company was too pathetic to hold her attention and secure her undying loyalty...