Silence stretched on the other end of the line.
Finally, Lance’s cold voice came through the phone, loud enough for Jessica to hear. “Tell her to make an appointment with the front desk for personal matters.”
He hung up.
Aaron glanced at Jessica, expecting an outburst like the ones she used to have. Instead, she simply thanked him and walked back to the reception desk.
“I’d like to make an appointment to see Mr. Smith about a personal matter,” she said.
The receptionist let out a derisive snort. “Oh, look at you. I thought you were someone important, but you still have to make an appointment like everyone else. Mr. Smith’s personal schedule is booked for the next ten days. Do you still want to book?”
Jessica nodded.
After scheduling the appointment, she picked up a customer feedback form from the counter, circled one star, and dropped it into the suggestion box. “It’s not that your service is worth one star,” she said with a small smile, “it’s because one star is the lowest option available. You’re welcome.”
Then she turned and walked away. The receptionist’s face turned green with rage.
Five minutes later, she received a call from HR. “You’ve been terminated. See accounting to settle your final paycheck.”
…
Ten days until she could see Lance. Then another thirty days for the mandatory cooling-off period. That meant she was at least forty days away from her freedom.
In the meantime, she needed to support herself. She had a degree and was capable; she wasn’t worried.
But her optimism shattered after a week of sending out her resume to nothing but silence. She tried messaging an HR representative on a recruitment platform.
[Hi, I was wondering if my application was rejected? I haven’t received an invitation to interview.]



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