My S-rank Party Fired Me For Being A Cursificer Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Frankie,” Chad, my manager snaps. “Okay, that's it. You’re fired.” “Oh no,” I say with zero emotion as I pull off my name tag and stroll out the door. Is it really my fault if the Karen final boss launched a candle at me because I refused to believe it made her cat sick? No. Maybe it's my fault that when she demanded a refund, I demanded equal pay and a huge pierced dick to tuck me in at night. Fired, again.

My expression turned as cold as ice. My expression turned as cold as the Arctic, my voice a low growl. "You want to slander Ceres?" The manager, oblivious to the anger building in me, continued to speak quickly, thinking he was offering a solution. "She’s a threat to our reputation, Alpha Richard. We should take advantage of this." Before he could say more, my fury erupted. "You’re fired. Send me your resignation report this afternoon. Now, get out." The manager froze, confusion flickering across his face. "But... what did I say wrong?"

I said. “You’re too emotionally attached to the product. That’s the issue,” he said, looking directly at me. I stared at him for a long moment, then smiled coldly. “You’re fired,” I snapped and that shocked him. “What?” he asked. “You heard me,” I snapped. “You can’t fire me because of creative differences,” he argued “I’m firing you because you insulted my models and my brand,” I said. “This is ridiculous,” he said, as his face reddened instantly.

AURIELLE Sophia’s face twisted with immediate rage and deep embarrassment the moment the words left my mouth. Her cheeks flushed red as she stepped back. “You can’t do that to me, Aurielle! You have absolutely no right to fire me like this over personal feelings. This is completely unfair and you know it deep down. I’ve worked hard for this company.” I stood my ground without flinching. “I can and I just did. Your performance has been compromised and your obvious bias makes it impossible for you to continue working under me or around Dominic. Pack your things and leave the premises immediately.”

Nothing happened. Ronald slammed his hand on the desk and cursed. "Sir,there must have been something wrong with the serum, I will fix it by the evening! I did not know all about it ",explained Kush. "Look Kush, I am giving you time, FIX IT…!", snapped Ronald,"Everybody clear up! Leave those bodies, Kush, you will check out what went wrong "

Spadino, vibrating with protective rage. "Sit down," I command. They look at me. They hear the tone. It is the voice that ordered the hit on the cannery. They sit. Aureliano takes the armchair. Ciro and Spadino take the sofa. I stand before them, holding the heir. "You are fired," I say. "What?" Spadino asks, hurt. "You are fired from the hiring committee," I clarify. "You are paranoid. You are irrational. And you are exhausting."

I coldly cut her words short. "S—sir?" She stuttered, her lips trembling at my words. "You heard me, you are fired." I repeated, walking away to the elevator. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Rhys, but..." "Rhysand." I corrected. "Yes, Mr. Rhysand, but you cannot fire me. I need this job.” She blurted out, her sharp heels striking the tiles brutally. God, I hate that sound. "Is that supposed to be a request or an order?" I said, turning back to her already pale face.

I was trembling with fear and nervousness as I served Derick another hot chocolate. Memories of how he treated me at Mondragon's company came flooding back and I couldn't help but wonder why he was here. As I handed him his drink, he smirked and asked me if I enjoyed being fired. I gritted my teeth and told him that I did not appreciate his behavior towards me at work and that it was unfair to treat someone that way just because they don't belong to any pack.

The escort Elizabeth Walters~ “You’re fired.” I couldn't believe my ears... Okay, maybe I could, but still, why did he think it is customary to fire me just because I spilled a little bit of coffee on his laptop after he called me clumsy? “Dear, Mr.Fisher,” I called out his name. The grey-haired man looked at me with disdain while I returned the saw exact energy. I scrunched my nose as I looked at him, “Fuck you,” I said, his eyes widen as soon as he heard me. I smirked on seeing his cheeks turn a visible shade of red.

Henry’s face flushed dark red, a mix of embarrassment and fury. “You old fool, what do you know?” he roared. “This company needs people who actually do work, not useless trash hiding in offices! “Say one more word, and you can pack up and leave early, too!” Mark laughed, anger written all over his face. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his employee badge, and slammed it onto Henry’s desk. “Fine. I quit!” Then he pointed at the document on the desk and spoke slowly, one word at a time.