In the front seat of his car, Tristan stared at the phone in his hand. He could barely get a good breath in. His tie was on too tight and he loosened it, but that didn’t help. He moved in his seat and glanced up at the rearview mirror, catching the look of fear in his eyes. He couldn’t wait one more minute. Had to get this over with. He grabbed his briefcase and stepped out of his car. Around him, the underground parking lot was dark and silent. Nine in the morning, and already, salespeople were on the road. But not him. He had a meeting with Jeff. They were firing him.
In the elevator, Tristan smoothed it out his jacket and tucked in his shirt a little better. A year ago, he had everything: a great job, money, the apartment of his dreams. But he’d messed up. He’d been careless. No, reckl
