Don't worry Jenny, you are one of the best employees in this whole office. If there is a layoff, you won't be affected. John said. Let's hope so, Jenny said as she got up from her chair and moved towards an elevator. She hit the button that read the 25th floor, where her boss's office was.
The elevator doors opened, and Jenny stepped out. She saw a big door and walked towards it. On the door was written, "Mark Henderson, Manager."
She pushed open the door to see an imposing man with sharp features and a well-groomed appearance. He had dark hair with some gray strands sticking. He looked to be forty-five years old. He had on a well-fitted suit. Jenny could see his cold blue eyes piercing into her. She took a deep breath and entered the office. Jenny looked around to avoid looking at the eyes of the scary man sitting in front of him. But she could, especially since he had called her name.
Miss. Carter, he said, looking at her keenly. You can take your seat. Mr. Henderson, I have, she was about to say before being cut off. I have reviewed your work over the past year you have been with us. You've been working very hard, and I wish it hadn't come to this, but it has. I have to let you go.
No, Mr. Henderson, you can't do this. I've been working my ass off every day. I am your best employee, better than those I came with this past year. Why me? She said as she almost broke down in tears. Well, Miss. Carter, as I said, this is very difficult for me, but there have been some budget cuts. We can't afford to keep any new employees. I will be happy to give you a letter of recommendation, he said with a straight face. Please, I'll do anything. Please don't fire me.
Anything, Mr. Henderson said, as a smile appeared on his face. Yes, Jenny said. Well, it's almost time to go home. How about we talk about this in detail at dinner tomorrow? Then I'll see what I can do for you.
The door closed as she came out. Well, how did it go, her colleague John asked. I might have made a mistake, Jenny said.