I didn't even know when they left, but when Luke returned, he started yelling at me.
I snapped back to reality and said, "What? Don't want to compensate?"
"You almost ruined my acquisition deal! Why are you still here? Waiting to get beaten?" Luke exclaimed.
Just as Luke finished speaking, the manager stepped forward and told him that he couldn't dismiss me, or else there would be no one left to do my job.
This only further enraged Luke, who shouted, "I told you to fire him ages ago! You say no one can do his job. I've already found designers! I've even found two, each for a monthly salary of ten thousand dollars. It's better than keeping this guy around!"
The manager, too afraid to speak up, stared at me and asked, "So, Mr. Evans, what about this salary?"
I couldn't help but want to laugh, thinking, "Serves him right, he brought this upon himself!"
"Salary? My foot!" Luke's eyes were almost popping out of his head as he yelled, "If you have the guts, go ahead and sue. I have all the time to drag this out with you!"
I hesitated for a moment, then flashed him a bright smile.