The Assistant's Choice.

"You're fired."

I looked up from my notes, my eyebrows pinched and my mouth agape. "I'm sorry, what?" My boss, or at least, she's now my former boss, sat on my desk, holding out a tablet.

"The top review. Read it." I frowned, but looked down and read what it said. "Out loud." She said, glaring at me. Though I didn't detect any hard malice, she was just upset.

"The service I received from this company was absolutely unprofessional." I began. "The workers are rude and talk back and one even went as far as to throw coffee all over me after a disagreement. Overall, I'm disappointed that such a large magazine can have employees with such disrespect. Signed, Clark Richmond." I gulped, looking back up at her. Her cherry red hair was pulled into a tight bun, that somehow made her glare even more terrifying. I'd been her favorite worker, or so she'd said. I don't know if I could call myself that anymore.

"That was the COO of The biggest investment company in the whole damn state and you poured coffee all over him?" She scoffed. "Do you not have the best interest of this company at heart?" I did. It was my dream to work here. The biggest magazine in the country. It was an honor to work here, I'd finally gotten the job three days ago, and now I was getting fired.

My shoulders slumped, and my eyes lowered. I couldn't bear to look in her eyes. "I'm sorry." I whispered, trying to conceal how much anger I felt. I remembered what happened. Three days ago, on my very first day, I had just gone to get coffee for myself, when someone bumped into me on my way out of the elevator, spilling my coffee everywhere. I'd told him sorry, told him I could get his clearly very expensive suit washed and dried. He'd brushed me off with some rude comment I couldn't remember, I'd retorted and told him to stop being so rude. He'd just huffed and walked away.

That was our entire encounter, and because of that two minute encounter, I was going to get fired from my new job.

God, I hate rich people.