The day Arthur T. was fired and replaced with Felicia Thornton and James Gooch, Dean Joyce called his warehouse staff together in his break room. Joyce is the supervisor of the early shift, one of two daily. Although trouble had been brewing for a year, Joyce was caught off guard as much as everyone else. His “guys” knew something was wrong by the look on his face. Just about everyone, about two hundred altogether, had worked with him for years, and they knew he wasn’t the kind of person who buckles under the day-to-day pressure of moving products. It must be something serious. Joyce gave them the news straight.
“They just fired Mr. D.”
There was dead silence.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to work for anybody else ...