Chapter Fifty-One: Phase One Of Your Ruin 

Orion’s POV

Just another bad day.

Angrily adjusting my necktie which's about choking the very life out of me, I walk out of the company in a pissed-off manner.

“Orion.”

Ava, the receptionist, calls out to me.

At first, I act nonchalant, like I want to be left alone. Still, she comes after me, temporarily abandoning her work.

“Orion…”

“Except you want to get fired like myself, keep at it.”

“What?” She gasps, almost forgetting her etiquette.

“Oh, my god.” She tries to stop me. “Wait… Please, hold on.”

“Jeez. Ava.” I look at her, trying not to take out my frustration on her.

Against my will, I stand in front of her, about to engage her in a conversation I have no interest in. I got fired, then what?

“What is it?”

I try to polish it in the most refined tone, but it was still a bit too blunt.

“What happened?”