I sat in my office chair, inside my cubicle where I worked. I was filing some taxes when my boss came up.

“Lizzie. We need to talk.” Joe said.

Since I was mute, I signed with my hands, “What’s up?”

“You’re fired.” Joe told me, looking g indifferent.

“Why?!” I signed.

“We caught you and Lucas making out in the hallway after work hours on the cameras. You know romantic coworker relationships are not allowed.” He told me.

I hesitated, and Joe continued. “Lucas is fired too.”

I suddenly felt a rush of anger then. Relationships were fine! And it was just that once. …and maybe twenty or so other times. And Lucas is hot! You can’t blame me!

I crossed my arms, and shooed Joe away so I could pack up. My cheeks burned with embarrassment when my other coworkers stared at me, and I practically burned a hole in my stuff as I glared at them.

I tossed picture after picture into the box, followed by every note or receipts I used for the company.

I stormed out with my box and computer, and stopped at the edge of the sidewalk beside my car. When I looked back at Joe, who escorted me out, I set down my box in the car, walked to my door, opened it, and flipped Joe off as I got in.

As I drove away, mentally thought, “Fuck you Joe.”