“Really, we can resolve this, son? Can you resolve the board of directors screwing me over? Hiring some new, young hotshot. I might be old, but I’m still valuable and know how to run this business.”
“Mr. McAvoy, it’s time to go.” The security guy said. “I am sorry about everything. But please don’t make us call the police.”
“Just get down and go,” Ed pleaded. “You have so much to look forward to. Put this behind you and go live. Take Pam on that European cruise.”
Melvin sighed and climbed off the table, leaving the room with the security guy. Everyone stared at one another for a beat, shell shocked. The laughter began, a slight giggle at first, and then the flood gates.
“Everyone back to work,” Ed called out, shaking his head.
Violet filed out of the conference room, sighing that she never made it to the cake before Melvin defiled it.
“Did you bring me any cake?” Monique asked, when Violet returned.
“I didn’t get to it before it got peed on.”
Her mass of curls appeared over the cubicle wall.
“I’m sorry…what?”
“Melvin had a meltdown because the board forced him out. He jumped on the table and urinated on the cake.”
“You’re serious right now?”
“I’m sure the video will be online soon, if it’s not already.”