Clara's POV
"Where were you?" Marcus said again.
My mind went blank: why was he searching for me? Wasn't my termination sufficient?
"I was just ..." I said incoherently.
"What were you exactly? Seeking to take a day off? You let me down just when I thought you were the least pitiful worker I've ever had." He said.
I was stunned and stood there. Did that imply that I had not been let go? And what about the entire Derek incident?
"I want you to know that you may bid your job farewell if you don't show up tomorrow. Perhaps I ought to assign your work to someone who is more eager to complete it." He said. "Be there eight a.m. sharp." He went on.
Marcus had ended the call before I could muster the courage to inquire.
I was still processing his statements ten minutes after we had spoken
