Celia stood in front of Guido, confusion written across her face. "Why did you call me here, sir?" she asked.
Guido let out a heavy sigh, his expression empty. "I'm sorry, Celia, but effective immediately... you're fired."
The words hit her like a brick, almost making her lose her balance. She grabbed the edges of the bench, propping herself up; she looked at Guido, lips quivering.
"Why, sir?! Did I do something wrong? Please, tell me! I'll try to do better next time," she said, looking around in a panic.
No way in hell would she accept being fired like this, without them even giving her a reason.
"Just give it up, Celia. There is nothing we as the guild can do, and especially not that you can do." Guido stated.
Even though the guild could probably interfere, why would they? She was just a receptionist that had been working here not even a full year. They wouldn't help her for something this bothersome; it was easier to just comply with the whims of the young noble.
