“You're dismissed”

“What on earth is this rubbish!”, Stanford shouted, throwing the tablet on the floor causing it to shatter.

Donovan was shocked. He thought he had completely erased any traces of the post forgetting one thing, Fred, Mr. Stanford’s assistant. The man had assisted Mr. Smith for over fifteen years. He started out as an intern till he became a paid employee.

The only thing Fred loved more than his job was Donovan’s. He would do practically anything to get him kicked out of the office.

“What is this?”, Stanford said between gritted teeth. Donovan sat in stunned disbelief occasionally throwing glances at Catherine who looked petrified.

Was this his chance to get rid of her? Or would there be a backlash? With careful contemplation, he spoke softly. Donovan had to think carefully. He pondered for a while, trying to arrange his thoughts and if possible, his words.

“We took care of it already,” his answer seemed to throw Stanford into a temporary frenzy.

“I asked what this is Davis!”, he w