Franklin dove for cover - his boss had emerged from her office. The rumour mill had whispered that she needed to sack half the department. Her method was simple: you get spotted, you get fired.
Franklin’s friend Martin hadn’t believed the news. He’d been the first let go.
Upper Management meanwhile had set up a poll, of sorts: Who Would Survive?. Franklin hadn’t made the cut on anyone’s list.
“Franklin!”, his boss yelled, “it’s safe! Come on out!”
He stayed put, but Maggie came out from the bathroom.
“You’re fired!”
Franklin was prepared: he had a camouflage screen and snacks.
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