Onlookers At The Door
I saw a familiar face peaking through the door’s crack while the talk continued. Our IT guy, Tim, was silently peering in, interested in everything. It was obvious that word of our confrontation had gotten out of the office. The tension in the room was increased by the obvious intrigue on his face. I had to acknowledge Tim’s presence with a short nod in his direction.
Onlookers At The Door
Fabricated Justifications
As he made a valiant effort to provide a number of reasons for my firing, all of which were obviously made up, my manager’s voice began to break under pressure. “Well, he was a little late.” Occasionally? Every argument he offered was tenuous and devoid of solid proof. It was funny and infuriating to see him scramble for air. Dad stayed composed, allowing him to complete his justifications while he looked at me and we exchanged a wordless understanding. It was obvious that my management would not like this.
Fabricated Justifications
