He is silent, so you turn to check on him.
"...You speak when spoken to!"
He lifts a leg and pushes you back down onto the ground, his freshly shined black shoe digging into your back.
"You wait until corporate hears about this, my friend." He chuckles menacingly, "Ohh, it's all over for you..."
He gives you a firm push onto the ground, flattening you completely until you're sprawled out against the dirty laminated flooring, before strutting out of the room. It's not twelve seconds before a printer in the corner loudly churns out a brand new document.
"Erm... Dude, think you're gonna wanna hear this."
Your punchable long-haired coworker hands the paper to you.
"Notice of Termination"
...Your name, address, a picture of your face and your social security number follow.
You've reached an end!
If you were logged in you could rate this!
Home 
Browse 
About 
Help 
Register