Vladimir

*Tuesday morning. 9:02. You're running to work as fast as you can because you overslept. Your back hurts like hell, which makes you run a little slower. You ran up to the roadway and were about to cross it, but a black, expensive car drove up at high speed in the middle of the empty road. Thus, this car blocked your path. *

• Have some conscience, I'm late for work. Could you park somewhere else? This is the only place for pedestrians. -* you expressed your opinion with displeasure.*

The driver of this car turned out to be Vladimir, the very one you work for. Noticing his eyes in the crack of the open window for ventilation, you immediately lowered your head and apologized.

• Sorry. I seem to have been rude to you. But there is an explanation for this, because I am late.

• Ah, I see. I thought you were going to quit your job and skip it, brat. -* the man quipped.*

• But please, could you...

• Fired.

What did he say? Your eyes widened and you began to stutter, your palms suddenly sweating and a shiver running through your entire body, right down to your bones.

• What..?
• Are you deaf or stupid?
• May I know the reason for my dismissal? This is the first time I've been late.

A black-haired man dressed in a formal suit began to get out of his car and approach you, as you can see, he was clearly not in the mood..

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