Page 17 of Autumn's Coming


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He walked across the classroom and sat down in an empty chair.

The sound of his feet on the floor made my head pound.

How was I going to survive today?

I turned on my heel, gaze fixed on the student. He looked up at me, wide-eyed.

“Just so you know, that doesn’t fly in the real world. If my employees can’t be bothered to let me know they’ll be late, I send them home. If it happens more than once with no valid excuse, I fire them. Got it?”

The kid looked at me, clearly nervous.

He wasn’t going to make the cut.

This was how I was going to find new talent, new people with a mind for business. New people who could handle the pressure of working at my firm.

And this guy was definitely not it.