Pack A Day

“That’s a flagrant violation! I’ve always shown my deepest commitment!” The young woman cries her face white and troubled. No doubt she’s thinking her family. “You can’t do this!”

She must think I am a cold-minded treasure hunter, a conquistador looking for new lands to dominate. That is the way with humanity: always moving towards the unknown, filling the empty spots on the map. But when there are no more spots to conquer, the next step is logical.

I bend closer.

“I am sorry, but I am only a messenger. The company appreciates your previous contribution, but in present situation we see that your work is no longer needed. The layoff is official. Should you have any possible complaints, I ask you to point them to the head of the bureau.”

I see tears brimming in her eyes and lower my gaze. I cannot afford to let my façade slipping away.

I know the meeting is monitored. I imagine hearing the silent humming of the computers hidden behind the desk, walls and the lights. The sweat tinkers down my neck. I too have a family to take care of. I must keep my cool. In a way we both are victims of this society.

“I have one more thing to cover.” I raise my head finally and look at her. “Do you prefer sunflowers or daisies in the farewell card?”

I watch her leaving with weary eyes.

One down, more to come.