Severance Novels & Stories

He clenched his fists in an attempt to steady his emotions that were threatening to overtake reason. “Give all employees 8 weeks’ notice with the option to leave earlier if they find new positions.” Daniel paused “George can help organize everything and then we will close doors in 8 weeks.” “What about George?” Grandpa Holston asked, brows knitting together. “I will ask Ron if he needs another assistant, if not, give me half a year’s severance pay at the end of 8 weeks.” Daniel sighed heavily, if only he could turn back time…. Their conversation was interrupted by a soft knock at the door.

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."

"What? What did I do to deserve this? You're firing me without severance pay?" "You still have a choice. You either leave messily or you leave with your dignity. You can resign on your own so another university will be able to accept you. You have good qualifications, I can attest to that. But if you're fired, it's going to be a black mark on your white sheet." "But why? What did I do wrong? I didn't miss classes, I didn't slack off or wrong anyone."

I said, throwing myself back on the couch. My dad had been a supervisor at a manufacturing plant. He’d made decent money, had a good pension. Twenty years there and he suddenly gets a call that the company was sold and they were downsizing. They were letting go of anyone who’d been there too long, to bring in younger people to work for less. The new owner was none other than Mr. Whitmarsh. My dad was given three whole months of pay as a severance. After 20 years of blood, sweat and tears.

Too painful. Daisy was about to say: "It's actually not as miserable as people think." But a voice interrupted. “How long are you off this time?” asked Abel. The man has a rather sad past. He used to eat government meals, live in public housing, and remove some calendars for the manslaughter of his father. He is a handsome man but for some reasons he likes to have a shaggy beard, cover a third of his face. Currently he is an employee at the Iric’s vegan restaurant. Whoever asks him what his job is. He always says “I am a driver.” In fact, he looks like a carpenter. Touch where to do it. From cooking rice, chopping firewood, picking vegetables... “Now I don’t have a future plan. I just want t

For the first time in two months, I have a job. Five years ago I separated from the military. I thought I would be in for life. Sometimes things do not go exactly as planned though. When I left the military I had no idea what to do, with not only myself, but the rest of my life. The military gave me many skills. It was just that most of the skills I acquired were not useful in everyday nine to five work. I had thought about going into the police force, it just didn’t seem to fit on me.

“But, I can’t accept money from you.” “Consider it a severance pay,” Knox persuaded. “Severance pay?” Knox smiled. “We basically have a employer-employee relationship. If my employee retires, I’ll give them pension. So, it’s not a big deal for you to receive money from me.” “But still...” Hailey hesitated. Ten million is too much for a severance pay, right? “It’s not too much,” Knox replied. “You did a good job and I’m satisfied with it.”

I can't even believe it. I once asked Kerem how this works and he told me that if there is ever a divorce we don't have to go to the mosque again and we're allowed to finally have sexual intercourse. But I couldn't ask him if it's bad if we already had it. Because he doesn't know we had and I don't know if Ashley wants me to tell him that. But she never told me she can't so I guess it's not a problem if we did. I'm just afraid her family finds out.

Who had convinced himself that the word severance lacked brutal dimensions, that fifty thousand dollars wasn't an insulting metric, that you were never really one of us was merely a structural reality—and that reality was mandatory even when it lacked kindness. He had been exceptionally proficient at convincing himself of things. He scrawled a second word beneath the name. Four. Then a third. And a half. He looked at what he had written. Three words. The entire architecture of an omission, reduced to blue ink on a legal pad beneath a singular lamp. He had been exceptionally proficient at convincing himself of things. He had let his father, his board, and his c

I wanted to ask if that night had meant anything to him at all. Maybe I was that bad that he didn't want to even come near me anymore. Not that I mind. " I'm sorry about that night but the truth is, you can't quit. I need you." He says it like he doesn't have millions of options out there. Who wouldn't love to work with Brooks and Shields? I scoffed " need me for what?" " My previous secretary, she didn't go on a maternity leave or honeymoon. I fired her" I knew her holidays were taking a while.