Chapter 4: One Last Chance to Be Heard
So I shouted, "What meeting? His house is on fire—his mom really is in the hospital!"
My voice echoed off the walls. The room froze. Everyone stared at me like I’d lost it.
My outburst startled everyone. Heads whipped around. People stared at me like I’d lost my mind.
The silence was crushing. Even Mr. Jacobs looked stunned, like he didn’t know what to say. My heart pounded, adrenaline spiking.
Mr. Jacobs’ temper, which had just cooled, snapped again.
He slammed his hand down. Everyone jumped.
"Mason, are you trying to make trouble for me? One more outburst and you’re fired, got it?"
His voice was low, dangerous. No arguing with that. The threat was real, and everyone knew it. I swallowed, but I didn’t back down.
"This meeting is important. We’re supposed to review the year, then celebrate at the company party. You keep interrupting and disrupting our team. If the bosses hear about this, you think you can handle it?"
He glared, daring me to say something. The others watched, some wide-eyed, some just wanting it to end. I kept my voice steady.
I didn’t care about the bosses. This was about someone’s life. I spoke up again.
I kept my voice steady. Looked him in the eye. I wasn’t backing down.
"If my actions really cause problems for the company, I’ll take full responsibility."
I said it, clear and loud. Some people looked surprised. For the first time, someone seemed to wonder if I was telling the truth.
He just sputtered. "You… you…"
The others watched, some hiding grins, some just uncomfortable. I stood my ground.
People looked at me differently now, confused by how stubborn I was. Was I for real? After all, I was the only one who’d brought a phone in.
The air felt heavy. Nobody knew what to think.
"Fine, Mason. We’ll take you at your word. If none of this is true, you’ll take the consequences—and you’re out."
That was it. My choice. He pointed at me, voice cold. I nodded, ready for whatever came next.
He only agreed because I wouldn’t back down. If he’d believed me, he would’ve given my phone back and checked the messages. The only reason he relented was because I was so insistent.
It was a hollow victory, but it was all I had. I could only hope that someone would realize I was telling the truth before it was too late.
This whole thing just showed what kind of boss Mr. Jacobs was—he cared more about the company than any of us.
I looked around at my coworkers, at my busted phone on the floor. Would anyone remember this? Would anyone care? Life would go on. But I’d remember.
I just hoped I wasn’t already too late.













