I had never been late to work, but he was suddenly making it such a big deal and had enough hate to share around.

“I don't give a fuck about the traffic. You just got paid right? Good. I pay you enough to make sure I don't hear crazy shit like that, so don't provoke me”

“But sir–”

“If you would've come out a little earlier, you would have made it. I needed you here, but you weren't”

At that point, I was getting scared. Was he hinting that he wanted to get rid of me? I mean, at this point it would be a dream come true, but I...