Wooden chair legs screech the varnished floor.
“We’re letting you go because of inadequate job proficiency.”
Anticipation pulls us here. But this? Odd. Somewhere the playing field tilts. Anticipation streams through everyone eventually. How timely.
We need a retort now though it will be heartless.
“What about a job performance review? I never got a job performance review.”
“It’s all documented,” he says holding up the folder. “We don’t need a job performance review.”
Fate is in someone’s hands.
A rhetorical summation. Then a set of no nonsense directives.
It’s all so weak.