Resignation of Bien

Loyalty

Monday morning dawned clear and bright. Bien felt a familiar excitement bubbling within him as he made his way to Sing FM. Another day to start his show with a blast. He had been prepared as he always had, crafting the perfect lineup, perfecting his delivery, and honing the little details that would make his show stand out. As he approached the station, he couldn't help but smile. It was another chance to prove his worth, to show everyone what he was capable of.

Music filled his ears as he entered the building. He greeted his colleagues with a cheerful nod and a spring in his step. Joanna was on her papers as usual and had no time to greet him. His excitement was palpable, a stark contrast to the usual Monday morning lethargy that hung in the air. As he approached the booth, he was met by Larry, the tech, who was fiddling with the soundboard.

"Morning, Larry!" Bien greeted.

Larry looked up, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "Hey, Bien. Uh, there's been a change of plans."

Bien's smile faltered. "What do you mean?"

Larry cleared his throat, avoiding Bien's eyes. "We were instructed to tell you to stand by. Your show is on hold."

The words hit Bien like a punch to the gut. "On hold?" His cheerful mood turned into a sharp glare as though demanding a reason.

Larry shrugged, his discomfort evident. "I don't know, man. Just got the order this morning."

"On whose orders? Your chief?" Bien's heart was beginning to race.

"Mr. Boy. He's the one who said to hold off your show," Larry replied, finally meeting Bien's glare.

Bien felt a cold knot of anxiety forming in his stomach. "Can you please call Joanna? Maybe she can shed some light on this."

Larry shook his head. "She told me not to disturb her. She's doing something for the PD."

Taking a deep breath, Bien nodded and forced a smile. "Alright, thanks, Larry."

He stepped into the booth, trying to calm the rising tide of nervousness. He had to stay composed and had to believe that there was a reasonable explanation for this. He settled into a chair, staring at the blank screen of his computer, the silence in the booth pressing down on him.

Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. He checked his watch, tapped his foot, and tried to distract himself by scrolling through his phone. But the anxious thoughts kept creeping in. Finally, the door creaked open, and Joanna walked in. She looked harried, her usual confident demeanor replaced by a tight-lipped expression.

"Joanna, what's going on?" Bien asked, his voice a mix of worry and frustration. "Why is my show on hold?"

Joanna sighed, her eyes flicking around the room as if looking for an escape. "Bien, I don't have all the details. All I know is that Mr. Boy wants to talk to you."

"That's it? No explanation?" Bien pressed, his frustration growing.

"That's all I know," Joanna said, her tone leaving no room for further questions. "He'll be here soon. Just wait."

Bien watched her leave, a sinking feeling in his chest. He slumped back in his chair, staring at the walls of the booth. The once cozy, familiar space now felt claustrophobic. The minutes stretched on, each second feeling heavier than the last. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled over him.

Finally, the door opened again, and Mr. Boy walked in. He was a tall, imposing figure, his presence filling the room. He took a seat across from Bien, his expression unreadable. He was scrolling through his phone, not even bothering to look at Bien.