The Return of the Queue of Em

"...Thank you very much for coming to my office as I requested, Takeshi-san."



"Well of course, boss... is something wrong?"



"First of all, I see you've finally recovered from that terrible fever you were experiencing... is that correct?"



"Um... yes sir..."



"Did you have difficulty finding this office?"



"Well... maybe just a little..." the salaryman admitted, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.



"..."



"Takeshi-san. We are very sorry. But considering the ongoing expenses we have had to make for your healthcare, the mysterious nature of your medical history, and your newfound disability on top of everything else... we are afraid to report to you that we can no longer have you at our company. We wish you the best of luck in your life..."



"...?"



Takeshi Kirazima sat in his seat in shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. No sooner did he return from an ordeal he could not explain his company he's worked at for years developed the nerve to lay him off?!



He couldn't stand it for even an instant.



"We will provide proper compensation for..."



"Wait... what the...? WHAT HAPPENED -- WHY CAN'T I SEE?!"



"What's wrong, boss? going blind?" Kirazima smirked. He was done licking this fat fool's boots. He was done putting up with lies and being taken advantage of.



After he got his anger off his chest, he stood up, pocketed his hands, and quietly walked out, slinging his suit over his shoulder. Nobody saw him leave. Because they couldn't see at all so long as he willed it.