Theordore
“Welcome, Sir.” I roll back my shoulders in my improvised uniform as I open the door to a gentleman in a tailored suit.
Clearing my throat, I pull at my jacket that one of the ladies of the reception had found in a locker room for me to wear.
I guess that an old staff member had forgotten it down there as he was kicked out of the building before he could start his shift.
At least I am still here.
Even if after I had returned to my desk, Brad showed up and told me that they needed someone at the door as Henry called in sick.
Of course I know who Henry is.
And this smells a lot like a pre-termination.
But luckily, the nice receptionist was working along with the b***h, so I could ask her about him and am now standing a few feet away from a tall and broad-shouldered
