Сын мой Григорий написал. У них по литре задание было - история в 6 или меньше предложениях :)
That morning felt different, the humid office air that I had lived through for years giving way to a more casual hatred towards the corporate fat cats that had cost me my livelihood. I had been there for many a year, and their decision to kick me out from the corporate game of musical chairs was undeserved. Still, I felt the need to visit and give a proper goodbye to the self-interested entities that plagued my last days. I felt no apprehension on this last day, though, and neither did they, which signaled a potential for reconciliation. Then again, being bound and gagged doesn't do much to assist in portraying any feeling aside from a sort of panicked acceptance. All I had to do was pull the trigger, and they'd be accepting forever.
