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for water, coffee, and tea all her
life.
    “No, just stay there for a while,” she said to me instead,
holding back her anger. I wasn’t blind to see that she was riled.
    I nodded.
    Okay, Bridget had to calm down. This was the first time that
I made such a mistake. She didn’t have to take it too hard. I mean, I never got
her coffee wrong before, or misjudged if she wanted some warm water or an
ice-cold one. I was such a sublime employee and she really had to go easy with
me.
    I narrowed my eyes and tried to channel my thoughts to her, ‘ Listen to me, Bridget. You won’t be angry at me. And yes,
this is just a petty talk and everything will be solved at the end of the day.’
    “Pack your things,” she began.
    I was taken back for a moment, thinking that she would still
give me my promotion and my own office. Well, that was actually what I had
thought last night, thinking that today would go on according to plan. I must
have underestimated her all this time. She surely knew a talent when she saw
one.
    “Wa... wait, you mean...” I stalled with the words, foolishly
smiling as I came to know that after all this while, Bridget was fond of me.
And even if I messed things up this morning, she’d still give me what I truly
deserved.
    “You’re fired,” the words came out of her mouth, abruptly,
which held back my previous thoughts.
    “Pardon?” I said. Oh no, I must have had heard it wrong.
There couldn’t possibly be any valid reason why she wanted to do that to me.
    “You’re fired,” she said again. This time more calmly but
she clearly imposed every single word.
    “I... what?” I asked her again, still smiling. I thought
that maybe she was just kidding. You know, I kind of heard that she was quite a
joker from way back then. Although, the years that passed had done a pretty
good job in erasing it all out.
    “You heard me, Ms. Wilson. Pack your things and hand me over
your resignation letter,” she said to me as she walked towards her armchair.
    “Oh… no… you can’t possibly be doing that,” I blurted out
words.
    She couldn’t. She had no right whatsoever to fire me out of
the blue. I’d sue her!
    She adjusted her glasses and looked up to me. “Yes, I am
firing you.”
    “No. You’re not,” I said. “And why?”
    She mocked me with a smirk. “You should probably know how
important those clients are to our company.”
    I silently nodded.
    Of course, they were important. But I was also important.
Everyone in this room was important. And important was my middle name as well
as perfect. You know, important perfect. But whatever, she had no right to do
this to me.
    “And you were the one who insisted that you would do this
presentation. You even convinced Claire to let you do it saying that you could
do better,” she continued. “And yes, I did give it to you since you said that I
should give you a chance, which I did. Now look where all that takes us.”
    “Yes. But it won’t happen again. I promise to do better from
now on,” I said, almost pleading. I couldn’t lose this job. With the economy
backfiring every job-seeker rummaging the streets, I refused to lose my job.
    “You just don’t get it, do you? I’m firing you and that’s
final,” she said as she turned her back on me. “Close the door when you get out
and tell Claire to come see me for a moment.”
    “But...” I protested. No other reasons at all? How absurd
was that? She couldn’t do this. This was totally against my human rights.
    She swiveled her chair and pointed to the door. “Get out Ms.
Wilson or I’ll call security.”
    Security? What was I? A criminal?
    “You’ll never find anyone as good as me,” I said to her as I
headed out the room. “You will regret this all your life!”
    I slammed the door as hard as I possibly could. Tsk. Who
needed this job anyway? I had such a good fortune and nothing could possibly go
wrong. Everything happened for a reason and it was certainly because a fine job
was waiting