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Ashes Ramain: Chapter One;; Part 2

Before me now stood a large black man. A bead of sweat dribbled down my temple as I gulped what could have been my last breath.
The creature opened his gaping mouth, “I am sorry, truly sorry to tell you this, but the corporation is having to make some last-minute cuts, and you are one of them. You will get this weeks pay in the mail sometime next week, enjoy your last few hours.” He turned and left, just as quietly as he had come.
Blinking in a dumbfound manner, I stared after him. I … I just lost my job. The thought echoed in my mind like a scream in a prison cell. With a stiff sigh, I turned to face my last day of work. Now I would be job-less, and in this economy, I would also be helpless. Finding a job would be lucky, but it would be a righteous miracle if I could even find work that payed anything above minimum wadge.

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