Page 17 of Autumn's Coming
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.
