Fired

 He played the scene back in his head wondering how this had happened to him. It seemed like a nightmare he had been unable to control. He felt like he'd been watching his own life play out before him instead of actually being in his body.

Tim flinched as his boss screamed his name for the fifth time this hour. He hurriedly got up to see what the monster wanted.

“Yes, sir?” he asked politely containing the hatred in his voice.

“I need those RFP's on my desk NOW!” he barked at Tim.

Tim nodded and tried to explain that they were in his car and not due for another week.

“Five minutes Tom, FIVE minutes!

“Tim..not Tom..” Tim muttered.

“What was that Tom?”

“I'll go get them right now sir,” Tim said shaking his head and going to the elevator.

He'd already gotten to the parking deck when he realized he'd forgotten his keys.

Desperate and running out of time, Tim used his elbow to smash through the passenger window of his car. He grabbed the manila folder his boss had given to him at the end of the day yesterday and made his way back to the floor where his office was located. As soon as he stepped off of the elevator he was surrounded by a security team.

“We're going to need you to come with us, sir,” said a rather large man with a shining bald head and bulging biceps.

“I can't right now,” Tim said trying to shove passed the guards into his office. The guards each grabbed him lifting him off the ground. Tim began flailing around trying to hit one of the guards or get them to drop him, but their grip was like a vice.

In his struggle Tim accidentally dropped the folder and began to scream obscenities at the guards.

A few extra men had come around the corner and were now picking up the envelope and opening it.

“What in here is so important that you had to break into someone's car, sir?” Asked a bulky man with a blonde goatee.

“That was MY car!” Tim yelled with pleading eyes, finally calming down enough to be allowed to stand on his own.

“Likely story,” Goatee man said dumping the contents of the folder into his hand.

Tim was surprised to see two small plastic bags fall into the man's hand. One was filled with white powder and one was clearly full of weed.

“You've got to be fucking kidding me, that isn't even mine it's my bosses!” Tim exclaimed.

Speaking of Tim's boss, he picked then to come around the corner asking what was going on.

A security guard quickly told him about the drugs and accusation.

“That's preposterous- I always knew something was off with Tom- I should have never hired him- You're fired.”

Tim looked at the floor as officers came in to arrest him, wondering how he was going to explain this whole ordeal to his wife.