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You stared quietly within the wooden room. Gazing across wooden panels that you memorize clearly. Every detail, every curve, every dent.
It had been 5 years ever since you bargained your time to stay inside this room, awaiting a phone call as your days sprint past. Not a single ring had came, that you might as well thought they cut the line.
The pay was a fortune, 1 million a year, just to stay here. Time was money, you thought, tapping your fingers on your knees. Time is always money.
You twirled your finger lightly against the cord of the phone, holding it temporarily as you playfully laughed along with nothing.
Suddenly, with a burst of a bell, the phone began to shake horribly within your hand, shouting for an answer. It honestly scared you to death, with you falling out of your simple chair.
With a flutter of your heart, and a burst of cheer, you dramactically pick up the phone with a lovely, tooth-aching grin. You were jumping with joy as your heart practically jumped out of your chest.
"Hello?" You ask, with a sing-song voice to bounce along with your excitement. But, as your voice hopped across with your happiness, it slowly sunk down into the depths as the man replied.
He had a deep voice, with a breaking coldness to it, and you knew exactly why. The words that fell off his toungue, were like snakes, penetrating whatever had been left within your joy.
Do you want to know what he said?
It was your boss, and after five years of waiting for a call that you expected to be a congratulations, he said...
“I am sorry, but I am afraid, after 5 years, we are going to have to FIRE you,”.
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