They weren’t.
People & Society
All that was left was the smell of burnt office coffee, printer toner, and the slow the best opportunity our little agency had seen in months.
“Nick, I’m sorry,” I said.
“I am.
But what was I supposed to do?
Drive past her?”
“Yes,” he snapped.
Death & Tragedy
The room went even quieter.
For a second, I honestly thought I’d heard him wrong.
Dictionaries & Encyclopedias
He stepped closer.
“Yes, Sebastian.
You were supposed to keep driving.
You had a responsibility here.
You had a team depending on you.
You had clients waiting.
Desks
We are not a charity.
We are a business.”
Customer Services
My ears started ringing.
I’d worked at that agency for almost three years.
I had taken late calls, skipped lunches, stayed weekends, saved bad campaigns, soothed angry , trained new hires, pulled numbers out of thin air when nobody else could.
I’d been the first one in and the last one out so many times that the cleaning crew knew my daughters’ names.
And now I was being told I should have left a stranger on the side of the road because a pitch mattered more.
“Nick,” I said, and I heard my own voice shake.
“I have given everything to this place.”
He didn’t even blink.
“I don’t care,” he said.
“Clean out your things.
You’re done here.”
I just stood there.
My brain refused to catch up.
A few people looked away.
A few looked at me with something like pity.
