The Wistful Show
"You're fired, Ruth." The words hung in the air. Thin. Cold. Ruth did not blink. She stared at the man across the desk. He was tall. He wore a suit that cost more than her car. He looked at her like she was a stain. "Who said that?" she asked. Her voice was low. It did not shake. "I did," he said. He leaned back. He crossed his arms. "The board is unhappy. They say you’re... difficult....
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