Chapter 45: Get Gone
When Wanda arrived at the Warehouse the next day, all of her equipment sat by the door, neatly packed.
“Whassup?” she asked. The flat, emotionless look on everyone’s faces should’ve given her a clue. “Why is my stuff packed up?”
“You’re fired.” Terry stated. “You didn’t show up at the gig, so you don’t get paid and since you left us high and dry, you violated the agreement we came to a few months ago.”
Wanda’s composure cracked and fell apart like glass. For a moment, she looked truly hurt and heartbroken that she’d gotten fired. It didn’t last long. She glared at everyone, grabbed her keyboards and said, “Fuck all you hateful muthafuckas.”
“Whateva, bitch.” Rob snapped. “Just get the fuck out.”
And she did.
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