Don’t Be That Guy – Short Story

“Your severance pay’s been sent to your bank, it’s more than I wanted to pay you but Terri wouldn’t let me go below the award rate. Basically I’m saying get the fuck out and never darken my door again!”

“Do you want some sort of reaction Phill? Some sort of plea for lenience? Because if you are I’ll let you know right now it’s not coming. The best years of my life have been wasted troweling through the shit you lay before me everyday. I’m happy to take what little you offer, because it’s only going to encourage me to build something better than you ever could,” Jack says as he leaps to his feet and thrusts his open hands onto the desks top.

Phill’s bottom lip trembles with anticipation as a surge of adrenaline courses through his veins. “You’re not a thinker Jackie, you’re a grunt and you’ll always be a grunt. This ridiculous idea you have buried deep inside your skull is a foolish idea at best. Accept your role in this world. Accept who you are and get on with life. You served MY company well, but in the end your own petty jealousies have ruined your future,” he says smiling broadly as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“At least I have one.”

“Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?”

“Shit Phill, I’m just a grunt. What would I know about threatening someone,” he says with a wry smile. “So why don’t you sit there like the quadruple amputee you always have been and enjoy your coffee, it’s what you’re good at. I mean we all have our roles to play, and by the looks of it your character has been written out of the show.”

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