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"Hilde Schbeiker, follow me."
The fear settled in the pit of Hilde's stomach. She'd only been two months with Nahme International and when one of her managers, Swan, showed up to her cubicle... she'd just known. It did not hurt any less, quite frankly. But being led to the office, like a child, felt so awful. What occurred next had been a blur for Hilde. A severance package, no real reason outside of the fact "she did not fit what Nahme Int. looked for as a company". She went through the motions, held her head high...cried. She wanted to scream, but kept some sort of composure. Once she was escorted out of the building, Hilde allowed herself a moment to scream into the air. Tears poured from her eyes until they felt puffy and tired.
Her breathing became labored, anxiety beginning to trigger her vaghus nerve. Hilde heaved until vile rose at the back of her throat, the rancid remains of what had once been a brownie escaping through her mouth and until someone's shoes. Hilde never apologizes, simply shaking and crying in a single spot.
Eventually, with shaky hands she takes her phone and calls home.
They wanted to do this, fine... she'd find another fucking job.