Another Monday passed by. Yuna was sitting in her tiny cubical. She was 6 feet tall so her desk cut into her stomach which always left her with a cramp. Her whole leg stuck out from her cubical always tripping one of her supervisors. Yuna always got a kick out of it. (Pun intended).
One day while Yuna was filling out paper work, she heard her friend Mixi crying softly. Mixi was a lucky woman. Well, in Yuna's eyes anyway. Mixi was only 4 feet tall so she had more that enough room in her cubical. Mixi had short black hair with bangs that took up half her forehead. She wore big, thin, brown glasses. Mixi usually wore dresses and her blue wedged heals.
Yuna peeked over her cubical and saw Mixi curled up under her desk softly sobbing. On Mixi's desk was a note that read,
"Dear
I'm sorry to inform you that your services her are no longer needed. You have been slacking on your past two assignments. You have been ordered to pack your belongings and leave by lunch.
- Sincerely,
Mr. hopper"
Yuna stepped out from her cubical and crouched down beside Mixi's desk.
"Hey, you alright?" Yuna said sincerely.
"Do I look alright? I-I'm sorry. I just never thought that I..it just never..." Mixi kept trying to find the words to explain. But she couldn't.