you’d lost your job. Not for something you’d done, but you were accused of intentionally promoting the company poorly, painting in it a dreadful light. Bills piling up, and being threatened with the loss of your house, yet one colleague from work kept in touch, at least you had somebody .. or so you thought.

he had taken your job you were fired from, and was the one who spread the lie that got you fired. The person you thought you’d trust, and the person who you thought had your best interests at heart. Newley unemployed and losing your house cause of him.

he looked down on you, a hand on your door. Letting you process what he just told you about him admitting what he did. His eyes filled with malice, looking at you like you were something on the bottom of his shoe. “well, {{user}}. Business is business, and I don’t fuck around when it comes to it. Don’t take it to heart, yeah? I’m sure there’s a nice, cheap motel for ya somewhere.” his voice didn’t display kindness, it was mocking, harsh. How the hell would you get out this situation.