Addison


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    I blinked a couple of times, unable to believe my ears. The HR, Mr Van, looked grim–faced but firm as he said those words. The other girls I share this office with all stiffened from shock, cause like them, they clearly couldn’t figure out why I was being fired. I was always early, I was a very hard worker, and I worked deligenyly as well. So how the fuck am I fired now?


    “I- I don’t understand though?” I finally breathed out and this time, the HR sighed like he was already fully fed of me.


    “What don’t you understand? You’ve been fired, so… clear out your desk and be gone before twelve p.m.” he exined and again, I spluttered as I stepped closer to him, my heartbeat all over the ce as I spoke.


    “But why am I being fired, sir? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?” I asked urgently while my stomach still remained in tight knots. I was on the verge of tears already but I was trying to control it, cause it definitely wouldn’t help my situation right now. This job was the only good thing I had going for me despite it being shitty as hell, it was what paid my bills and all, so I couldn’t bear to be fired, not when I don’t have a single thing to fall back on presently.


    “The reason wasn’t disclosed to me, so I can’t really say.” HR gruffed out and I almost crumbled to the ground. By his response, it meant he had nothing to do with this and had only received the order from the manager. I’ve barely had a one on one encounter with the manager, all my reporting was always to the HR, so I was very confused right now.


    HR noticed my dejected expression and sighed before reaching out to settle a hand on my shoulder. “Look, you’re a great employee, and I believe you’ll get another job in no time. Chin up, okay?”


    He turned to leave after that but I cried out and rushed forward to step in front of him, too desperate to think over my actions right now.


    “Isn’t there something I can do? I’ll do anything! I can’t be fired, not right now, please,” I pleaded but the HR sighed before shaking his head.


    “Nothing, Addison.”


    After that, he walked off and I copsed on the ground in tears while my cubicle mates instantly surrounded me, consoling me and helping me up, but it felt like all my world was falling apart right now and I had already hit a bridge I can’t cross. Was I fired because of my one week leave? But I had the right to take that leave after always working on all my days off for years. What did I do wrong to get fired today? And why’s it just me? Is the universe no longer on my side anymore?


    After a few minutes, I dried my eyes and cleared my throat, feeling embarrassed to have broken down in front of people but stillpletely shaken up. As I moved to pack up my stuff, it felt like I might start crying all over again.


    What am I gonna do right now? Job hunting wasn’t easy, it would take weeks or months before apany would reach out to me for an interview after I turned in my application. How would I survive? I had no savings to fall back on, and I’d have to pay rent in a week.


    Oh god. I was so doomed. Utterly and thoroughly doomed.


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    After I packed up my stuff, I exchanged hugs with the girls who were also thoroughly sad for me and that made me feel a little better. They urged me to cheer up and that they’ll also help me search for a job, and that we could still hang out outside work, but we weren’t friends outside our job so I wouldn’t put my mind to all of that.


    Before leaving, I contemted going to the manager’s office and asking why I was fired. It’s only normal for me to know the actual reason, and that would help me stop guessing the reason after leaving today, cause I was certain I’d be doing just that if I didn’t get told the actual reason for me being fired.


    With the new decision in mind, I squared my shoulders and headed off to the manager’s office, a wave of sadnessing over me cause it was really hitting home that now I had no job anymore. That made me almost start crying again, but I managed to control it cause I wouldn’t want the entirepany to find out that I got fired.


    On getting to the manager’s office, the secretary refused to let me see him. He was downright rude to me, and told me the manager was seeing someone right now and was too busy to spare time for me. That made me feel more dejected, and I remained outside the office as minutes dragged by. When I started to feel really pathetic, I sighed and turned to leave this wretchedpany.


    However, the door leading to the manager’s office suddenly opened and my heart elerated as I quickly whirled around. The manager, a middle aged man, stepped out of the office and I rushed forward just as someone else stepped out as well, and I felt myself tter as shock engulfed me while my mouth dropped open, because the person who just stepped out from the manager’s office was none other than Aisha.


    Aisha… Marco’s ex–fiancee. Or was it ex–wife? Because they technically got married first.


    My mouth opened and closed in shock and at that same moment, the manager’s secretary began to tell the manager about how refused to leave for about ten minutes now. That was the exact moment Aisha, who noticed my presence, turned at once, then her eyes filled up with anger and hatred.


    It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen in her


    eyes


    before.


    “What are you doing here?” I managed to ask through my shock, but instead of responding, Aisha marched towards me and pped me hard, <i>so </i>hard that my head whipped sideways and reeled hard.


    “What the hell?” I cried out after whipping my head back, then I shoved her hard and pped her across the face as well.


    “Don’t ever hit me again.” I told her as I shoved her again, just as the manager’s rude secretary came to hold me back.


    “Throw her out.” The manager ordered him and I couldn’t believe mg ears. I struggled hard as he began to pull me towards the door.


    “Wait,” Aisha told him before she stepped forward.


    She let out a menacingugh, her head thrown back, then her eyes raked up and down my body before she spoke.


    “Didn’t I warn you? Not to cross me, didn’t I ask you not to? I warned you! You spilled to Marco, didn’t you??”


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    She yelled and I nched while my mind reeled in shock. What the hell was she talking about?


    “I didn’t do anything.” I bit out, then my scowl deepened. “And what are you doing here? Did you have a hand in my bring fired?” I asked, then everything stilled in me when her grin widened and I realized that I had just asked a very obvious question.


    “What do you think?” She drawled whileughing and I screamed and tried breaking out of the Secretary’s hold all over again just so that i could beat her up.


    “You crossed me, despite me warming you not to.” She hurled at me and I spluttered from shock.


    “I didn’t do anything, you mad woman! What gave you the right to intervene with my job? Are you insane?” I yelled while she rolled her eyes and waved me off.


    “Aren’t you now dating Marco?? I knew you wanted him the entire time, and you plotted so hard till you finally got your filthy hands on him.” She gritted out before stepping towards me and pping me hard. I screeched hard, wishing to hit her back but I was unfortunately being held back right now.


    “No matter all the madness you spill, nothing gives you the right to intervene with my personal life! You psycho!” I yelled but she only scoffed. My gaze darted towards the manager and I scoffed to see that he was pointedly looking away. What a spineless bastard. This was proof that I was only fired because of whatever strings Aisha pulled, thanks to hering from a rich family.


    “Well, keep in mind that this is just the beginning. For ruining what’s mine, I’m gonnapletely ruin your life!” Aisha yelled in my face, and since I had nothing else to do, I spat in her face.


    “Fucking bitch!” I yell at her. The spit on her face made her screech hard and she tried pping me again. This time, the manager finally intervened. He held her back, then he offers his Secretary to go ahead and call up security to have me thrown out,


    And just like that, I did lose my job, because of Aisha.


    Aisha made me lose my fucking job!” I yelled into the phone to Marco as soon as I stepped into my home.


    “What?” Marco yelled, clearly shocked out of his mind.


    “She has ruined my life, because you got together with me! How am I gonna survive Marco…,” a sob broke out at the end of my sentence and Marco quickly offered for us to meet up, then the call ended.


    Then I broke down and cried my eyes out.


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