Later the next day, Mike walks into the work later than usual. He spent the whole night finishing the paperwork and only finished around 4am. Sluggishly, he sits back down at his dismal looking desk, only to find everything was different on his desk. Or so he thought was his desk.

"Hey! Get out of my desk you abomination!" A lady screeches at him and shoves him out of the chair.

"Oh I-I'm terribly sorry! It's just that, that desk used to-"

"MIKE! IN MY OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!" His boss's voice thunders throughout the office room, and everyone stares down Mike with eyes of judgmental nature. Sweat trickles down the small monster's face and he quickly heads for his boss's office. He always felt so intimidated by him, and never like him in the first place, but with working at the office, you began to tolerate him after a while, and get used to his strong presence. Mike walks into the office and closes the door behind him. He remains standing in front of the door, feeling more comfortable being at a distance with his boss.

"Sit down Mike... we have something to discuss." His boss quietly says. Mike gulps at the calm vibe that he got from his boss and swiftly sits down on the plush leather chair in front of his boss's desk. It felt comfy to Mike, and he felt his whole body tense up, but relax at the same time.

"Before you begin explaining, I just want to sa-" Mike stops when his boss's hand raises into he air.

"I know what you are going to say. And I m very grateful that you stayed up all night to work on paperwork, but you can't just do that all the time Mike." Mike's heart sank when his boss mentions his late night workings. "We understand that you are very depressed from your last job loss, but we all agree that... That this isn't going to be a god example for the company. Especially when you're usually late with getting the paperwork done." There was a long silence. Mike didn't know what to say at this point; he was losing his job, and he was going to end up on the streets soon, because this was his only source of income to pay the bills.

"But boss... This is my only job. This is the only way for me to survive, is to work here. I promise to not be later on the paperwork again. Granted I've uh... said that throughout the years of being here heh heh... But still! Please please let me keep this job! I'll do anything. ANYTHING!" Mike was crawling on the ground to his boss's feet, pleading for his job, which was on thin ice already as is. His boss sighs heavily and shakes his head. Mike's heart sinks further in his stomach.

"I'm sorry Mike, but I can't have this kind of example in the office's. I've already said that with you... And your desk has already been taken by someone else... we cant fit anymore in the office. I'm terribly sorry, and I understand how much this job means to you but we just can't have... someone like you working with us. Your things are in the corner Mr. Wazowski. It was a pleasure working with you while it lasted..." His now, former boss turns around and faces the big window that was behind his desk. Mike gets up from the floor and saunters over to his pile of belongings. He can feel a lump in his throat, and his stomach turning into knots; but now was not the time to let out his emotions. He picks up his stuff and turns around to see his former boss still starring out the window. He sighs quietly and exits the room, and continues walking through the halls, leaving everyone to themselves whispering about how he lost his job, and what a "pathetic employee" he was. The words echoed throughout Mike's head and he started to walk faster, trying to escape from the offices that he used to roam through. He eventually found himself outside in the sun.

Why of all days does it have to be sunny? Mike thought grumpily to himself. He sulks and walks on over to his car, when he noticed a ticket on it. He grits his teeth, trying to hold back the anger, and unlocks his car. He throws his stuff in the back violently, and slams the door shut; making a loud bang for everyone to notice. Grumbling to himself, he walks to the front and grabs the ticket and reads it.

"ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS!?" Mike Screams in horror at the bill in his tiny monster hands. The ticket master come up to him from behind and startles Mike with his booming voice.

"You got a problem with that little man? You either pay it before the due date, or you get thrown in jail pally, your choice. OR I got a better idea! How 'bout you pay me now?" The guy corners mike onto the hood of his car and he laughs nervously.

"I-I don't have any money on me pal. I'd love to pay but I just don't have the cash you know... Can't you cut a monster a beak here? I just lost my job and-"

"Don't worry I'll pay for it." He hears a familiar voice again, but he couldn't recognize it out of panic. The ticket master turns around and Mike leans to the left to see Sulley handing the guy 150$ in cash. Mike started to get nervous, and his heart was thumping widly in his chest. After the Asshole ticket master left, Sulley Approached Mike and both of them just stood there in silence for a while... until Sulley spoke.

"Long time no see Mike..."