Greg thought back to last week, to last Friday. To 4:43PM. A quiet knock on the frame of the open door behind him pulled him from his work at his computer. He turned to see his boss, a small, ruddy man, in the doorway, abnormally silent. Greg guessed at the reason for the visit "Hey, Joey. That report is about half-way...", but Joe cut him off. "Listen, Greg. We're letting you go. I want you to know, I told her that you were the best, and that we should fire Bobby instead, but...". Greg scratched his forehead. "So, she fired both of us, didn't she". Joe looked behind him, and turned slightly to smack the door frame loudly with his open palm.