Chapter 2 - Fired

"Please, have a seat Mr. Bryan." My boss, Mr. Gonzalez suggested as he took a seat on his chair. I agreed, by following the same movement. He then brought his hand together and supported them on his desk. He slightly sighed. "Listen, Mr. Bryan-"

"I know, Mr. Gonzalez...I once again took it too far.."

"And it's the third time.. you got into a big argument with a client." He paused and took a deep breath. "I gave you the same warning twice, but you simply chose to ignore them."

"I was wrong and I admit it..but please try to understand my position, Mr. Gonzalez." I started as I looked directly at him. "He didn't treat me and my work with respect. Overall it's also his job to be cooperative so we could make a good plan for his apartment." I raised my voice. I tried to calm myself down, but I couldn't. It was his fault for everything that just happened. If he was more respectful, this wouldn't have happened. "He insulted my family." My boss was paying full attention to me.

"I understand, Mr. Bryan." He said as he fixed his position. "Most of the people that come here, treat some of our employees the same way as Mr. Soap treated you." He then stood up and placed his hands in his pockets. He walked slowly back and forth as he was talking. "They think, that just because they have a lot of money, they believe that they are better than everyone else." He completed and then looked at me. "Remember that our company is famous because of these people..and the incredible job we did for them."

"But shouldn't people appreciate our work and make us famous for only that?" I asked him and he just gave a small chuckle.

"The world, Mr.Bryan isn't like that...sadly." He turned around and faced me. "The world is cruel, manipulative...there is a good side of it but..it's too rare." He took a step closer and sat with his one leg on his desk. "I'm 63 years old and what I heard and saw..made me feel sick." He looked down and then back at me. "I'm sure that you're wondering why I am talking about something quite off-topic." I shrug with my shoulders in agreement. "Remember 10 years ago...back in 2009, when a teen girl committed suicide because of possible bullying..and she was all over the news?" My palms became sweaty and my heart was racing like crazy...

"Rosalie..." I shook my head and swallowed nervously. "Y-yeah...I remember somethings.." I lied...Because I sadly remember everything...

She died because of me...Because I didn't help her when she needed me.

"Remember when her mother was interviewed by Andriana McCard, one of the most successful journalists at that time?" He asked.

"Yeah...I think she got called out for being quite cold towards the mother."

"Yes she did get called out..and after two days she got fired and no one wanted her as a journalist anymore."

"What?..." I asked shocked. "But...but why?" He chuckled once again as he heard that question.

"No one said why, but people assumed it was from the interview...and people that are superior in that company...they didn't really care how she would live...in fact..they didn't care about her at all. Since she stopped bringing money to them. They just kicked her out." My boss completed as he stood up. "And sadly the workers couldn't do anything to keep her." He looked at me with guilt. I smiled as I looked down at the ground.

"No need to say anything else, Mr.Gonzalez..." I said as I stood up and faced him. "I'm fired aren't I?" He didn't say anything..he just looked away. I sighed and walked towards the door. "....I apologize Mr. Gonzalez." And that was the last thing I said, before closing the door. I made my way towards my not anymore office to pack my staff. Steve dropped a glance and when he saw me walking inside my office, he ran right after me.

"What happened?" He asked, concerned. I looked at him and walked towards my closet. I opened it and pulled out the boxes. "I see...and now?" He rubbed his hand behind his neck.

"Nothing." I simply said as I started to pack my stuff. He frowned his eyebrows.

"Wait, what? What do you mean nothing?"

"I can't do anything, Steve. I am fired." I said as I packing. "I will just look for another job. Or work alone. Or make my own company- I don't even know." He sighed and walked towards the desk.

"I guess I will have to leave the "partner" now and stick back to "brother."" He said and I slightly laughed.

"I suppose." I said as I picked up my boxes. "Well..I guess that's it."

"Do you want me to come over after work?" Steve asked.

"No, don't bother man. I don't plan to go home yet..I wanna make a visit to my parents first. I'll catch up with you later."

"Whatever you like." Steve said. I walked outside the office with him. Just then, something flashed in my mind. "Steve, isn't your wife, Angelica a reporter?" I asked.

"Yeah, she writes the news...why are you asking?"

"I need a favor. Tell her to do a research on an old journalist, she was working 10 years ago to "news at 7" and other channels as well actually. Andriana McCard."

"Yeah, I know her...I think everyone knows her after that interview with Rosalie's mother." Steve said.

"I know that you know her...But I wanna find out where is she right now...I need to talk to her." Steve laughed.

"There's no way for you to find her after all that. She's hiding pretty well." Steve completed.

"Please man..just tell Angelica to try..and if nothing..I'll let it go." I said. He nodded and patted my back.

"Okay, I'll let her know." He said, smiling.

"Alright then...call me later okay?"

"Okay." He said and we both separated our ways.

I need to find out what happened...something seems quite off...I will give Rosalie at least the justice she deserved..her family...I will give them justice...