The silence was deafening, there was nothing more to be said.
His time with this company had ended.
Dumbfounded, he rose, turned, and left. Closing the door behind him quietly.
He felt, more than noticed, all the eyes looking at him.
Eyes that held concern, eyes that smirked, worried eyes that wondered, “would they be next?”
Security had now joined him in what was his office. Observing with little interest, what he was putting in a box. Forty years worth in one small box.
Leaving, he did not look back.
The noise of the office returned, though muted slightly.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
I AM
This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
By Mark Gagnon4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
And companies wonder what they can do to retain talent. Excellent submission. Well done!