Kaleb was suddenly frightened by a loud sound. It took him a second to realize that Tristan had slammed his fist over his desk.
'Shit, did I over do it?' he wondered frightfully.
"How long have we been working together?" Tristan suddenly asked.
Not certain where the question was coming from, Kaleb still replied, "About eight years now."
"Well, that seems like long enough. I'm sure you can easily find other jobs."
'Wait what?'
Kaleb suddenly understood Tristan's meaning. Was he being fired?
"P-P-President, I have a girlfriend. She'll leave me if I suddenly become jobless." Kaleb quickly reminded, he was on the verge of bursting into tears.
Was it a crime to find juicy gossip and come share them with his boss? Yes, he had added that last part himself to see the president's reaction.
'Why can't you control your foolish mouth Kaleb? I don't wanna get fired!'
