Fortunes

You haven't been sitting in his office for more than two seconds before your boss, Crabtrey, says, "I have to fire you, Wes." "Yes. I accept that. I was prepared." Crabtrey shuts a file folder on his desk and plops it into his outbox tray. "Okey doke. So let's not draw this out. No need... Continue Reading →

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