The Conference Room

“Thank you all for interrupting your online holiday shopping to attend this meeting,” Bob said. “To mark the occasion of the twentieth anniversary of the founding of this company, there will be some changes. It’s a jungle out there, and we need to keep up.”

Janet rolled her eyes. Bob certainly knew how to draw out a moment, but she pasted on a dutiful smile, since she was his wife after all. The rest of the team appeared to be doing the same, except for Sheila, who for some odd reason was smirking like a cat on a lofty perch.

Bob continued. “Sales have have been in the toilet, so for that reason and also because he’s been sleeping with my wife, I’m firing Nick the sales manager.”

Janet gasped and turned to look at Nick, whose anger was plainly written on his face.

“Now, just a minute, Bob.” Nick rose to his feet. “We already discussed this. Sales were down due to Hurricane Britney, not us!”

“Whatever.” Bob waved that away and slid an envelope across the table. “I’m filing for divorce and marrying Sheila. Consider yourself served, Janet. Also, there’s no more free coffee here. You guys can go to Java Jim’s across the street.”

Ugh, Janet hated Java Jim’s coffee! She stomped out of the conference room. What a horrible day this had turned out to be. Black Friday, indeed.

For the rest of her life she would cross that date out on her calendar.

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Written for Emma’s Wednesday Writing Prompt (title) and Chelle’s Last Sentence Challenge.