this morning #361.

this morning, as he shoved a muffin top into his mouth, his boss poked his head into his office & asked “can we talk?” mouth full, he nodded. “ok. let’s walk.” down the hall & to the elevators they went, without a single word between them. this was not a good sign. usually, his boss would utilize that moment in motion to dispense wisdom or crack a joke. this time there was straight-up silence. as they stepped into the elevator & the doors shut them in, he turned to the man who’d hired him almost ten years ago & asked, “has the press found out?” they stepped outside for a smoke & after ten minutes of dramatic dialogue, the truth was revealed. he answered with two words. “what’s next?”