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To quote Mr. Trump: You're Fired

BOOM . The sound of thunder made both of us jump. I looked out the window of the work building just in time to see a flash of lightening. It was hailing, but inside the conference room, was where the real thunderstorm was. My boss was red in the face, papers scattered all over the oval desk. Diagrams, charts, faxes, pie charts, basically everything you could imagine was in that pile, but still, no way out of this mess.

“Bill!” He shouted at me, ” How could you mess this up? I’m in the middle of a nice Christmas dinner with my family, when i get a call from Mr. Goldstein asking me where the money is that YOU promised him!! Do you want me to point out all the things WRONG in that sentence?!”

Well, no I didn’t want him to, but I also knew enough not to actually say that, he’s just going to inform me of my mistakes anyways.

“You don’t promise money to someone, making petty deals with them. This is a business! And especially not MR. GOLDSTEIN ! You completely messed everything up. You. Are fired.”

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