And now I was being told I should have left a stranger on the side of the road because a pitch mattered more.
“Nick,” I said, and I heard my own voice shake.
“I have given everything to this place.”
He didn’t even blink.
“I don’t care,” he said.
“Clean out your things.
You’re done here.”
I just stood there.
My brain refused to catch up.
A few people looked away.
A few looked at me with something like pity.
One of the account managers shifted in her seat and stared down at her keyboard as if the letters suddenly fascinated her.
Nobody said a word.
Nick nodded toward the hallway.
“That’s the end of it.”
I wish I could say I walked out with dignity.
I wish I could say I gave him some speech about loyalty and humanity and how one day he’d regret it.
