22 August 2026

“Pick that up from the floor right now!” — the manager shouted to the waitress, but the entire restaurant stopped when the woman took her apron off and said: “you’re fired.”…..

Her voice trembled—but it was steady.
“You’re fired.”

The room erupted.

Gozon laughed, loud and cruel. “Me? Fired? Who do you think you are—”

A single clap cut through the noise.

Slow. Deliberate.

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