Inspirational Fiction: Bailey Brown has just lost her job, her birthright, and her fiancĂ©. Loaded with enough insecurities to fill a suitcase, she prays for God to show her the way and then hits the road feeling like the ultimate loser.
Exit 477: Washout Express.
The roadside sign taunts Bailey. Is God confirming she's expressly washed-up? Or does He have something better for her waiting at the end of the exit ramp?
He sent the new girl in to fire me. Phoebe Waverly vamped in on those stilts she calls stilettos with a cardboard box in hand.
â€śMr. Graham asked me to inform you that you are terminated, immediately.â€›â€ť Her attempt at a professional voice only made her sound more Southern, one word leaning on another like dominoes toppling toward a period. â€śThis box is for your things, Miss Brown. Iâ€™ll take that office key, if you please.â€ť
The heat rose on my face. I decided not to acknowledge her.
I picked up my purse and headed for Darrylâ€™s office. Miss blonde, fancy-shmancy, high-heeled, manicured, former Miss Texas had tried to steal my job. Looks like she succeeded.
My hand shook as I reached for the knob. I stopped, squared my shoulders, straightened my navy business suit, took a deep breath, and pushed open Darryl Grahamâ€™s office door.
He wasnâ€™t there. Coward.
OK, thatâ€™s it. Fired. Not let go, not reassigned, not â€šwe think youâ€™d be suited better elsewhere.â€› Just plain fired with no chance to defend myself. Each slow step back to my office melted me into the ground like the villainess of Oz, only I wasnâ€™t the wicked witch.