Severance Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. "They didn't even tell us that he was being released. Cerise just came home one day and he was there. Luckily, she was able to run next door to Sam's house. She called the police and Mom from there and the cops picked him up. Mom made Sam's Dad swear to never say anything. He was the only one home at the time. Dad was charged with violating the restraining order but the police told us that he would only get a few months at most. He had screamed that he wasn't going to ever let us go." She shook her head again.

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?”

I said, "Abe thought I should give my two weeks notice at my job, but the broadcast business does not work that way, I knew I would be escorted out the day I gave notice. So I spent the two weeks setting up some expectations about my clients. Part of the deal was false calls at work, Deni claimed to the switchboard that she was a potential client who wanted to talk to me - only me. I was only there 3 months which is normally too short a time to get severance pay, but when I told them I was leaving - I said I had offers pending, both local and out west, so I was fine with leaving right away. They flipped out because of the local offers. They gave me six weeks <

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."

At exactly 5 PM, the HR director placed a statistical report and a resignation application form on my desk at the same time. The statistical report showed that the company had 412 employees, among whom 409 had signed. The rate of those who signed was as high as 99.3%. Meanwhile, the resignation application was from three employees who did not sign. Two of them submitted their resignation letters after the email was sent out yesterday, citing personal development reasons as the reason. They did not even ask for compensation and just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.