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Great. Great.
This is just what Roman needed. The cherry on top of his awful week. The icing on the cake.
Being fired for doing his job.
“We truly hope you understand these circumstances,” says Roman’s former boss. “But with a temper like yours—”
“I don’t have a temper,” Roman interrupts, cold and calm, despite his internally boiling rage. “I was defending myself to a customer and—”
“And here it comes again,” he tuts. “Roman, you should consider a job in a field better suited for you and your skill set. Maybe a factory.”
Roman’s retort dies in his throat when he hears laughing. He realizes, to his horror and humiliation, that his boss— former boss— hadn’t closed the door properly when they began their meeting.
Storming out, passing his laughing co-workers, Roman feels the hot tears on his cheeks before he even leaves the store. He walks through the mall and to the parking lot, hopping in his car and sobbing.
He turns the key once, twice, three times, the engine sputtering as pathetically as Roman was. He sighs, tosses his keys into his bag with the little energy he has left, and resigns himself to taking the bus.
Forty five minutes, a missed bus, and a screaming baby later, Roman finally makes it home. Home to an eviction notice on his door.
Roman goes inside, and Roman sleeps