You Will Find Out Tomorrow Morning
Language: en
A new broom sweeps clean, and I was the first piece of dust she decided to toss. “You’re fired.” I didn’t argue. I didn't beg. I calmly opened my laptop and began wiping my work drives. The new director, an external hire, crossed her arms and let out a small, contemptuous laugh. “Oh, playing the rebel? Deleting files won't help you, you know.” She leaned in, feigning curiosity. “By the way, what exactly was your project? I don’t recall seeing anything critical.” I just offered her a slight, hollow smile, pulled a thumb drive from the port, and pocketed it. “You’ll find out tomorrow morning.”