Break The Door!
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional, and should be taken as such. I don’t condone violence, and you should definitely not do what was done here (unless you are ready to deal with charges, but if you have any stories to share about such experiences, please share below, I would love to read them).
‘Listen a bit. Just for a little while. You aren’t thinking straight. You are angry and annoyed, and I honestly think you need to calm down’.
‘Don’t push this further than it has gone. You will make a mistake. Everything will become unreasonable. Listen to me’.
‘Okay, I understand why you are angry. I do, I totally do, but this won’t end well. You are going to regret this’.
I stopped the voice message, then I slapped my hands to my face and groan. ‘How could this happen?’ I thought to myself. The warnings had been so clear, yet I couldn’t have heard a thing at that time. Anger was all I had felt, and it had only heightened all the way from my floor to my boss’s office.
‘Hypocrite! That’s all you are Lekan’, I had shouted angrily as I entered his office, by also calling him by his name. I suppose people had been amazingly surprised by my audacity, and some had tried to pull my elbow to help me regain my senses so that I would walk away. But my anger was in complete control, and I had reached my limit.
‘I have worked here for more than four years. For every project, I gave a piece of myself, and you knew this. I have worked hard for this company, for you. I have never once made a single excuse, or called in sick. Not only that, but I hardly even had vacations. I have been a diligent, and highly responsible worker here, and yet, you ordered my removal from the company without even informing me’, I had screamed every single word at him.
‘I see that entitlement has clouded your judgement, Ijeoma’, he replied like I had just asked for candy.
It had taken four hands to hold me down me after he spoke, and I continued after I had pulled them off me.
‘You wouldn’t be where you are without your employees. You wouldn’t even be nothing more than a noticeable mosquito if not for me and my team. To unjustly sack us without even notifying us is ridiculously unfair. We, I, demand compensation, and re-consideration for the terms of my dismissal. I deserve more than you are willing to give’, I told him straight to his face as I stood between him and his table.
‘You’ve always been ill-mannered, but now you are nothing but unreasonable’, Lekan then paused to get his phone, ‘Security, please come take Ms. Ijeoma from my office. It seems she still doesn’t know how to deal with rejection’.
Precious, my closest friend at work, told me days later after my anger had burnt out, with wonder in her eyes, ‘and that’s when all hell broke loose’.
Immediately Lekan had finished talking, I grabbed a stupidly expensive looking bat he had always loved to keep in his office as a decoration. Then moved so quickly without even thinking, and hit his glass walls and doors until everything shattered to the floor.
‘Break the fucking doors if people like this man only care to think about themselves. Break down the doors, so they will listen and clearly hear what they’ve chosen to ignore’, I shouted, then dropped the bat on his tiled floor, while eyeing the security running to get me from the stairs.
‘It’s been real. Fun too, can’t say the same for some. I hope you all get to know your worth’, I shouted to everyone to hear as I got dragged out from the company.
I spent two days in a cell because I had physically harassed my former employer, and destroyed his company’s property, and bail money wasn’t actually easy to find. It had taken a while after I got home to understand how brash my actions had been, after reading messages from people from the office, and watching videos some people had been able to record’.
I removed my hands from my face, and lamented some-what regretfully, ‘no one is going to hire me nowwwwwwww’. ‘Well, next time, you will listen to sound advice, and besides I’m pretty sure you have an interview coming up soon’, Precious said as she entered my room, and sat beside me. Still mortified, I replied a bit doubtfully, ‘Well, yes, but-‘, before I could complete my statement, Precious interrupted me, laughing as she spoke, ‘and I’m sureeeee you don’t actually regret a thing’. I shook my head at her and smiled back at her, ‘not for the likes of him’.
We both stayed silent for a while afterwards, Precious having a weird creepy smile on her like she was remembering something good, and I, thinking deeply, when suddenly Precious screamed, ‘Break the door!’, and I found myself smiling back at her like a maniac. ‘Break the darn door!’ I told her loud and clear.
Thanks for reading!
