“Feels like a funeral in here,” Al mumbles, coming back to his desk with a coffee from the kitchen. Everyone is staring stone-faced at their screens. It’s so quiet, you can hear the buzzing of the overhead lights. I can practically feel Erica’s aesthetic plants drooping from the harsh vibe.
Everyone who was involved in the union effort has received a calendar event with an ominous, generic title.
Morgan:
they’re definitely laying us off
god, my husband’s been out of work—what are we going to do?
Sarah:
i’ll probably have to move back in with my mom
Al:
no, you’re going to have a new job in two seconds
you’ll be just fine
Morgan:
Ruby, what’s taking so long with your big plan?
My leg is jiggling under my desk, because I’m wondering the same thing.
Ruby:
Anna needed to verify some things
Steve:
ugh, we’re fucked
Carol:
we filed for the election
Steve:
do we even have enough support?
we’ll lose
Greg:
it’s a hail mary for sure
but if we wait, who knows who’ll be left to start over
A few hours later, Sarah gets called into the conference room with Erica and someone from HR for her mysterious meeting, and fifteen minutes later she comes out crying.
But then a message appears in all of our inboxes.
From: TKCORP Union
To: All staff
Subject: Announcing the TKCORP Union
