When I walked into the HR suite, the secretary gave me a look that was more pity than disgust, and waved me toward John Harkaway’s office. That was when I knew it was bad. Harkaway is the head of HR, and not the most friendly guy, even if you were in his office to accept a service award. I walked in, feeling like a dog who expected a whipping, and sank into the chair. The look on Harkaway’s face told me all I needed to know. I could see he had all the paperwork necessary to process my termination, laid out neatly on the desk in front of him, in three neat stacks.
Before Harkaway could even deliver the bad news, there was a knock on the door, and I heard it creak open behind me. I turned to look.
“Hey John,” Susan Clarke, the VP of Marketing said. “Do you have a minute?”
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