Chapter 4 – Extract 4 from The Paradise Induction!
Up to that point, every day I’d entered the store to work, I’d felt it could be my last.
Sometimes Draco would whisper, “Head Office have been talking. I can’t tell you what they’ve said, but you’ve got to be careful,” or perhaps a firm word. “Sales have been really low Chris. Really low. It’s not looking good at all. Just a little friendly advice, keep your CV updated and on hand.”
Following months of tolerating Draco’s management methods, the story about the farmer reached the peak of my patience.
“Draco. I need to talk to you,” I said at the end of the workday after his farmer speech. We’d already locked up the shop front and were tallying up the till float.
“Sure,” said Draco. He walked into the tiny storeroom adjacent to the small, carpeted shop floor of the software store.
“Draco, I’m sorry to tell you this,” I said. “But -” I sighed. “I think it’s time I moved on.”
“O-kayyyyy,” he replied, nodding once and staring at me.