“No word yet,” one of their companions said. He was about Sarah’s age, maybe slightly younger. Late twenties, she guessed. She hadn’t seen him before and he looked in good shape.
An up and comer. Maybe my replacement. The thought terrified her, but she was used to office politics. She hadn’t done anything to warrant being fired, but did that really matter?
If her boss was gone, his replacement would want his own people in place.
Steeling herself, she nodded and smiled at him, choosing to be friendly and hope for the best. “Guess we’ll find out. I’m Sarah Thompson.”
Published on October 03, 2025 10:00