"Is the termination process done yet? Keeping someone like her around will only poison the culture. Freeze her performance bonus, have her hand over every single client account, and get the exit paperwork finished today."
The office went dead silent.
I stared at him, the sheer absurdity of it almost laughable.
How much business had I brought this company over the years? My active contracts this year alone were worth over ten million dollars. And he wanted to fire me now, at the worst possible time. Had he lost his mind?
I looked at them and asked a single question.
"So if I just make sure the afternoon coffee run is taken care of every day from now on, you won't fire me?"
Mercedes's expression froze for a split second, but she recovered fast, putting on a magnanimous smile.
"Oh, Matilda, don't be so dramatic. Nobody's trying to take advantage of you. It's just that what you did before was really a bad look. How about this: if you post a public apology in the group chat today and cover the afternoon coffee for the rest of the month, I think we could let you stay."
Mr. Swanson jumped in immediately.