It’s not my fault. Anne was missing deadlines, making stupid mistakes. I didn’t mince words on Friday when I told her to clear out her desk. She didn’t make a scene, just gave me a tight-lipped smile and left the room quietly. I should have known then.
I am nervous when my boss asks me to come into the conference room, where the HR rep is waiting. Covering the table is a print-out of every email I ever sent to Anne, dating back years. Messages she promised were deleted. My face is hot as I drop into the nearest chair.
The Moral Mondays prompt this week is Harsh Words Stir up Anger.