Severance Novels & Stories

This company was my exception though and the ones who got fired were having it done because they deserved it. The two men left before I could change my mind. Annie lingered for a moment and then followed them out the door. I called my head office and spoke to personnel there. I had them arrange a severance package for Annie and would have her employment ended before the day was out. Once she got back from lunch i'd send her over there. i hated when things got messy. I had a feeling she wasn’t going to go quietly, which was too bad.

Minus asked. “Nope, can’t do it. Big Frank’s even older than me, has two bum knees. In truth, he hasn’t been able to ride for six months. We’ve been letting him slide, but the staff can’t go to him. So, with me kickin’ the fuckin’ bucket, it’s a good time for both of us to retire.” “And not ride off into the sunset,” Warthog added, to an approving nod from Cutter. “Cricket and I could’ve heard about all of this along with the others when you make your big speech or whatever,” Minus said. “Or better yet, we could have heard about it through the grapevine and spared the travel expense, so why the private pow-wow?”

He sat back in his chair, blinking rapidly. "You heard me," I said again, the steel returning to my tone, though my chest ached saying it aloud. "Next month, the severance will be legally finalized." Timothy, seated meekly by his father, audibly gasped, his wide eyes darting between me and Howard. Howard clicked his tongue as he rubbed his temples in frustration, muttering under his breath. "You’ve got to be joking." When I didn’t respond, he shook his head and rose to his feet.

Serena inhaled slowly, the kind of breath one takes before drawing a line in the sand. “Mr. Robinson. Mr. Leatherwood…” Her voice rang out, calm but firm. She continued, naming eight individuals in total. “I’ve asked HR to meet with each of you. Given your years of service to the Morales family, you’ll be offered severance—twice the market rate, in fact.” Mark Robinson’s eyes widened, his weathered face contorting with disbelief. He shot to his feet, almost knocking over his chair. “What are you implying?” he demanded, voice shaking with outrage.

"But it's not time for the riddle's answer to be revealed—cooperate with me and get yourselves fired, alright?" "Fired? Why?" The beefcake was perplexed. "We could just quit." "You'd have to be paid several months worth of your monthly salary as severance pay," Frank pointed out. The beefcake shrugged. "We're not worried about that!" Frank laughed. "You're not, but they are. Why not give them a taste of pain instead?"

"You are fired." Harper stood up straight, the duster falling from her hand. "What?" She blinked. "Why? I know labor laws. You can't just fire someone without cause! I just defended you!" "I don't need a guard dog who looks at me like I'm a charity case," Sebastian sneered. "I will pay you your severance. Three times your salary. Now pack your things. Get out of my house in one hour." "But..." "GET OUT!" Sebastian roared, sweeping the pile of papers she had just organized off the desk again.

But unfortunately it wasn’t enough. “Sorry doesn't cut it," he said, his voice cold. "You've made your choices, Rayne. And now you have to face the consequences." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a credit card. "Here. Consider it a severance package." I stared at the card in his hand. "Severance package?" "That's right," he confirmed. "Like I said, you are no longer welcome in this house. Pack a bag, take this card, and get out of my sight."

"If that's the case… please fire her, Mr. Logan." “Thank God…because I fired her just now. At next week's event… I will reveal all the bad things in this company… I will take issue with all the scandals… I don't want to work in a building full of immoral activities.. I want everything to run according to the norm, that's all… I don't want my workspace used by other people to have sex wildly… let alone infidelity… which seems normal in this office… so at next week's event… I'll be giving announcements, training and massive layoffs. Dismissal…means the company will not provide severance pay, to people who are proven to have done so…” Logan looked at the members

Caitlin repeated, slower this time. "You quit, right? Good. Now leave." Norman’s face turned ashen. "You—you can’t be serious!" "We run this company! You can’t just—just throw us out like that!" Caitlin smiled. "I just did." Garrett nodded, already sending orders to the HR department. "Please proceed to the finance office to collect your severance." Security stepped forward to escort them out. Lawrence’s face turned red, his composure shattering. "Wait! Caitlin, let’s talk about this!"

"Everything's still raw. Give yourself time." "I checked the pack archives a few minutes ago," I confessed. "I read about the severance rite." Anita sat up and frowned. "Why would you do that to yourself? Don't fill your head with all those details. You don't have to make a permanent decision today. Give yourself at least a month before you even think about severance." "What's the point of dragging it out?" I asked. "If it's inevitable, waiting only makes the pain last longer."