She spotted him at the far end of the office, his swagger and self-confidence on full display. The sales exec thought he was a fortune teller – raise, promotion, the whole nine.
She saw him hang a left at the bank of cubicles and start the long walk towards her desk. She almost felt bad. Little did he know his head was on the company chopping block.
She watched him saunter past and burst into their boss’s office for his two o’clock with a big mustard stain on his tie.
She’d tell him but why kick a man when he’s down.
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