For a moment, Ean sat in shocked silence, trying to figure out how exactly the Ex-Boss had turned getting fired into good news.
Then, from the living room, JD called out: Hey, E. We’re dead. But take your time with the call I’m gonna go make a sandwich or something.
Ean? The Ex-Boss asked. I’m not done yet. You see-
From the kitchen, JD shouted: Hey, where do you keep the bread? And you have lunch meat, ri-
JD was interrupted then by a startled voice bellowing: HUH? I MEAN: FINALLY, FREEDOM!
I’m sorry, Ean interrupted The Ex-Boss, but I have bigger problems right now. If my best friend really did just open my fridge, he’s right: we’re dead.
Then E dropped the phone and bolted for the kitchen.