AUTHOR: George Haman
“I told you to come to the crockery or to my office?” He asked rudely.
“Look here Brian, you have always had a grudge against me, I get it; but I am not going to give you the honours of firing me. I will hand in my resignation letter to the HR tomorrow; I hope you are happy now!” I replied and grabbed my bag.
I walked past Brian and walked out of the room. I was so angry that I did not reason that it was unsafe walking home alone.
I signed out at the gate and walked out of the premises. My house was about half a kilometer away hence I decided to walk.
I had already covered a hundred metres away from the Resort when two men appeared in front of me dressed in black.
One of them was holding a gun and the other one was holding a knife. The one with a knife stood in front of me and tried to snatch my backpack.
I held it tight then grabbed his hand; the other guy with a gun then pointed it to my head.
“Let go off the bag or I shoot you in the head.” The guy said.
I didn’t have much of a choice, I let go my backpack.