"God dammit, Rhodes, this is the fifth fucking time you've shown up late this month alone! No, stop, save your breath, I don't wanna hear how your grandma was sick, or how your dog died, or how your grandma's sick dog died, or whatever the fuck new excuse you're trying to come up with! The point is, you ain't what we're looking for right now! Get out! You're FIRED!"
The word fired seemed to echo through his mind like a taunting cave. "Fired! Fired! Fired! Fired!"
Jason Rhodes stood there, flabbergasted at his boss who, red in the face, was pointing at the door. "B-But Mr. Emile-"
"Get! OUT!"
The next moment, he found himself standing outside of the Video Game shop he had been working at for the good part of a few years. The cold wind outside hit him hard like a hammer to the gut, and it dawned on him: He was out of a job.
He made his way down the road, his eyes staring blankly forward. He was out of a job. He was no longer employed. He no longer had a stable career. Money was now scarce. How would he pay the rent? How would he buy the food?
Oh god, how would he tell his girlfriend.
He stood outside the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, his chest shaking and his heart going a mile a minute. He pushed his glasses further up his nose, right in front of his bright blue eyes and brushed his hair back from his face, rustling his own hair as he was ought to when he was stressed. He took a deep breath. He needed to do this calmly. He grabbed the handle of the apartment and opened it, his other hand hanging uselessly in his hoodie pocket.
"I'm home!" he called out to the small apartment. Please don't be home, please don't be home, please don't be home...
The word fired seemed to echo through his mind like a taunting cave. "Fired! Fired! Fired! Fired!"
Jason Rhodes stood there, flabbergasted at his boss who, red in the face, was pointing at the door. "B-But Mr. Emile-"
"Get! OUT!"
The next moment, he found himself standing outside of the Video Game shop he had been working at for the good part of a few years. The cold wind outside hit him hard like a hammer to the gut, and it dawned on him: He was out of a job.
He made his way down the road, his eyes staring blankly forward. He was out of a job. He was no longer employed. He no longer had a stable career. Money was now scarce. How would he pay the rent? How would he buy the food?
Oh god, how would he tell his girlfriend.
He stood outside the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, his chest shaking and his heart going a mile a minute. He pushed his glasses further up his nose, right in front of his bright blue eyes and brushed his hair back from his face, rustling his own hair as he was ought to when he was stressed. He took a deep breath. He needed to do this calmly. He grabbed the handle of the apartment and opened it, his other hand hanging uselessly in his hoodie pocket.
"I'm home!" he called out to the small apartment. Please don't be home, please don't be home, please don't be home...