THE SACK LETTERS

Elvis stood outside the house, finding the whole scene he had just witnessed heartbreaking when he suddenly remembered why he came home in the first place - to pick up his work uniform.

However, he had been distracted by the scene and had forgotten to pick up the uniform.

He looked at his wristwatch and realized that he had been out of work for forty minutes, so he quickly boarded a taxi to return to work.

"Hey, Elvis. Where have you been? Our boss has been asking about you," Pete, his colleague asked, as soon as he saw Elvis enter the hotel.

"Really? Oh, my goodness. I just hope he hasn't found out that I left work..."

"No, Elvis. It has nothing to do with that. He just came in a while ago and asked about you, and I told him you went to use the toilet."

"Oh, thanks, Pete. That's kind of you. I'll go see him immediately," Elvis replied, feeling relieved and grateful that Pete had covered up for him.

He knew that if his boss found out that he had left work for home, it would result in his immediate termination.

Without wasting time, Elvis made his way to his boss's office.

"Good day, Mr. Joel," Elvis greeted his boss who was so engrossed with work on his laptop. The middle-aged man raised his right hand slightly as if to dismiss Elvis's greetings.

He had an indifferent look on his face as he looked up at Elvis.

"Elvis, you are fired; your services are no longer needed!"

"What? Sir, I..." Before Elvis could say anything more, Mr. Joel handed him a white envelope containing his termination letter.

"Elvis, please excuse me. I'm busy, and I wouldn't mind if you leave immediately," Mr. Joel spoke with a stern look on his face.

Elvis had been employed as a cleaner just last month, and he hadn't even completed a full month on the job! He felt so unhappy and devastated as he quietly walked out of Mr. Joel's office.

"Why on earth was I sacked?!" He screamed within himself, dejectedly

He checked his wristwatch; it was 4:00 pm, one hour before his final job of the day.

Amidst the pain he felt, he sluggishly walked out of the company's premises to board a taxi.

He soon arrived at Toner Associates, where he had been employed for over seven months. He was glad he was almost an hour early.

To Elvis, Toner Associates was a place called home; he had made some good friends in the company since he started work there.

Elvis decided to find a place to sit before starting his work for the day.

"Hey, Elvis," Jack, his closest friend walked up to him as soon as he spotted him entering the company.

"You borrowed $150 from me last week and haven't paid me back yet. You promised to pay me back within a few days and yet you haven't done that up till now! I need my money or else I'll just report you to Mr Greg," Jack threatened.

Elvis thought, "Oh, not again." Just yesterday evening, one of his friends called, asking for repayment of the money he had borrowed, and now it was Jack's turn.

He borrowed an extra $150 from Jack so that he could send money to Leslie to buy the dress she wanted for Mr. Dwayne's birthday party since his savings only totalled $270 at that time.

He wanted to do everything within his power to make Leslie happy. But instead of Leslie appreciating him after receiving the money, she mocked him!

Now, he had just been fired from the job that paid him the highest salary.

"I'm sorry, Jack. I promise I'll pay you before..."

"Hey, where is Elvis? Is he around?" A voice interrupted Elvis from behind. It was Elvis's boss, Mr Greg.

"Yes, sir. I'm here," Elvis answered quickly.

"Please come with me to my office," Mr Greg requested.

Since Mr Greg hardly invited Elvis to his office, Elvis wondered what was the reason for the invitation. 

As soon as they arrived at Mr Greg's office, Mr Greg went straight to the point.

"Elvis Klein, we no longer need your services at Toner Associates," he announced.

"What? But why?" Elvis asked, but Mr Greg maintained a stoic expression.

The news hit Elvis like a ton of bricks. He had just been sacked from one of the companies he worked with, and now this one again.

Greg reiterated, "I think you should ask yourself that question. We have more than enough staff at the moment, so your services are no longer needed."

After receiving the termination letter, Elvis stood still like a statue, bewildered by all that was happening to him. His legs felt weak, about to give way.

His heart beat faster than normal, and he wondered what he had done wrong to be sacked by different companies he worked with, just in one day!

Elvis knew that Jack had not reported him to his boss about the money he owed, and even if Jack did, Elvis knew that owing a colleague money was not enough reason to be sacked.

"What is going on?!" Elvis screamed within himself as he walked out of Mr Greg's office, feeling very depressed.

Elvis wondered if Leslie and her family had been telling the truth about him. They had said that he was a loser who would never amount to anything in his entire life and right now, it seemed like all they had said was gradually playing out!  

While Elvis walked to the corridor of Toner Associates, he met some of his colleagues who noticed his dull countenance.

They whispered to themselves, suspecting that something must have gone wrong!

Some of them even walked up to Elvis to ask what the problem was, but Elvis was speechless because of the heaviness he felt.

"How on earth will I survive?" Elvis thought to himself. He had been sacked from his two major jobs and he wondered what awaited him at his third place of work the next morning.

Elvis knew what it took him to get those jobs.

Feeling weak inside, he dragged himself to sit on the pavement in front of the company's premises.

After sitting for a while, he checked his wristwatch and noticed that it was 7 p.m.

The weather was changing and he knew he needed to go home. While he pulled himself up, Elvis remembered what had occurred earlier that day with Leslie.

However, he decided to go home. After all, he had nowhere else to sleep. He believed Roy must have left the house.

On arrival at the gate, he met the security man who had tried to push him out the last time.

"What do you want again this time? I've been asked not to allow you in," he said coldly.

Elvis looked in surprise, wondering who gave such a stupid order.

However, before he could say anything, he heard his phone ring. He looked at the screen and saw that it was an unknown caller.

Without hesitation, he picked it up.

"Loser! Didn't I tell you that I was going to deal with you? This is just the beginning. I'm the reason why you lost those jobs, and I won't stop until I'm done with you!" The caller growled and hung up the phone.

From the caller's voice, Elvis could tell that it was the same man he had seen making out with his wife on their matrimonial bed.

Roy had obtained sufficient information from Leslie about the places where Elvis worked, so he promptly contacted the company managers.

He leveraged his fame and influence in Rockview City to request Elvis' immediate termination.

Really? So the bastard had gone ahead of him to initiate those sacks?

Elvis furrowed his brows in anger as he tried to process what he had just heard. 

"Are you deaf?" The security's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"I've been instructed not to let you in." the security reiterated.

"And who the hell gave such a stupid order!" Elvis asked, his face flushed red with anger.

"That's none of your business, so leave!"