"Isla, I'm sorry you failed probation, and Mr. Vale has already terminated your position. Please pack up your things; your probationary pay will be deposited next month."
Isla stood there, completely blank, listening to her supervisor's words, unable to fully process them.
Fired. By Grayson Vale himself.
Her supervisor handed over the shredded document awkwardly. Isla accepted it on autopilot, taking in the torn internship record. It wasn't hard to imagine the fury behind that.
"Understood," Isla said, hollow, and nodded.
She dragged herself, limping, back to her desk and began packing up.
She cleared her workspace in a daze, and coworkers around her whispered, some barely concealing their gleeful curiosity, murmuring comparisons to a stray dog getting kicked to the curb.
Isla ignor
