His Lovable Klutz (Completed)

Segment Five.

♥ You're fired! F.I.R.E.D. Fired! ♥

      Coby returned home after the terrible day at work, feeling utterly defeated. The living room still a chaotic mess, clothes strewn about and dishes piling up, reflecting her internal turmoil. She leaned against the wall, her strength ebbing away, and slowly slumped onto the floor. Tears began to stream down her face as she let out the sobs she had been holding back all day.

      Reaching into her bag, she pulled out two envelopes. The first contained her paycheck, a cruel reminder of the job she had just lost. The second, a termination letter, felt like a final blow. Coby clutched the envelopes tightly, her tears falling faster. She cried bitterly, her body wracked with sobs. Her tears flowed like a torrential downpour, her cries echoing through the empty apartment.

      Her thoughts were consumed with anger and frustration.

      If it wasn't for that arrogant, insufferable jerk in white suit, I wouldn't have lost my job! she thought, her mind conjuring up a string of insults for Stefan. That smug, self-righteous, egotistical bastard! How dare he ruin everything for me?!

      Coby's cries grew louder as she cursed Stefan, the man who had humiliated her and made her lost her job. After what felt like an eternity, her tears began to subside, leaving her feeling drained. Determined to numb the pain, she slowly got to her feet and made her way to the refrigerator.

      The old, dingy fridge hummed loudly, its surface covered in magnets and old grocery lists. She opened the door to find three bottles of liquor lined up on the bottom shelf, their amber contents glistening under the dim light. She grabbed all three and brought them to the cluttered table in the center of the room.

      Coby sat down, the weight of the day pressing heavily on her shoulders. She opened one of the bottles and took a long, desperate swig, hoping the alcohol would dull her anguish. As she drank, her mind wandered to her past, filled with moments of bad luck and tough breaks. She thought about the countless days she had struggled, only to end up here, jobless and heartbroken.

      The liquor burned as it went down, but it was a welcome distraction. She drank deeply, each sip a small escape from the harsh reality she faced. Coby's mind swirled with memories and regrets, the room around her fading into a blur as she lost herself in the haze of alcohol and sorrow.

      Days turned into weeks, and Coby found herself tirelessly searching for another job without any luck. Each morning, she dressed in her best professional attire and ventured out with a stack of resumes, hoping for a breakthrough. She visited numerous places: corporate offices with pristine glass doors, bustling coffee shops with hopeful job postings in the windows, retail stores with friendly staff that still turned her away, and even warehouses on the outskirts of town, hoping to find any work to make ends meet. But each time, she faced rejection after rejection.

      "We're not hiring right now," said a manager at a chic downtown boutique, her smile sympathetic but firm.

      "I'm sorry, we're looking for someone with more experience," apologized a barista manager, who glanced at her resume briefly before handing it back.

      At the warehouse, the supervisor didn't even look at her application before shaking his head. "Positions filled, maybe next time."

      One afternoon, feeling utterly defeated, Coby sat on a street bench, the world bustling around her. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she stared blankly at the moving vehicles on the busy street, contemplating her misfortune. The cacophony of city life continued unabated: cars honked, people chatted animatedly as they passed by, and distant sirens wailed, but Coby felt entirely disconnected from it all.