I Came To Work To Find My Belongings In A Box, The CEO s Son Sitting In My Chair, I Took Their

The fluorescent lights flickered in a way that made the silence feel sharp. I came to work to find my belongings in a box, the cardboard still damp from the morning rain. The CEO’s son was sitting in my chair, spinning a silver pen I’d left on the mahogany desk. I didn't question it at first, even as the rest of the team avoided my gaze like I was already a ghost. I came to work to find my belongings in a box, while the CEO’s son sat in my chair as if he’d earned the view. Something about the way he straightened his silk tie made the air turn thin. I came to work to find my belongings in a box, so I quietly took their proprietary access keys with me. Since the CEO’s son sat in my chair, the office has been absolute silence. Everything is different now, though the desk remains. You eventually realize that some chairs are easier to fill than the legacy behind them. This fictional story was creatively written and adapted for storytelling entertainment. #storytime #workplacedrama #betrayal #unsettling