Her boss was running late, which made the fact that she was going to be fired even more annoying. She knew it was only matter of time, as she scrapped the worn down blue rug with the bottom of her worn down shoe, if the incident with the fire hadn’t been the final action that had determined her future unemployment. The weird movements in management would have done it sooner or later, with new management people got fired, and the sales department had been underperforming for a while now.
A quiet thought had been nagging at the back of her mind for the last half hour or so. What if I were the boss of Mr. Elesson, what if instead of waiting in nervousness for what is to come when he arrives. The moment he came trough that door, I began reprimanding him in the way he usually does to his terrified workers.
She entertained that thought for a while, a mere distraction to her dreadful situation. But as those feelings tend to, it latched onto her. Changing it’s quiet demands for att