It doesn’t sound like Rivi’s about to be fired, after all. But she tenses anyway. She knows this man. She’s sued this man
Rivi walks into her office the next day prepared to be fired.
Although how do you really prepare to be fired? She has it all rehearsed in her head, the calm and measured responses designed not to burn any bridges. The gratitude she’ll express for the opportunities she’s gotten at Faber & Granada, the confidence with which she’ll carry herself from the room. So much of her life is slipping out of her grasp, and at least today, she’d like to respond with grace.
She gets a few casual nods as she moves through the firm, past cubicles for paralegals situated opposite offices for associates. Her own office is at the end of the hall, with a window looking out at the sprawling city below. There’s a massive billboard across the building closest to hers, a colorful ad for sneakers, and she’s spent many calls staring absently at it. Today, she savors the view knowing it might be the last time she appreciates it.
Her train was delayed, and her meeting is in ten minutes.
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