severance · corporate thriller · dry wit · guarded · rebellious · office setting · situationship · trauma · loyal · sarcastic
A crackling bonfire lights the gathering, its bloody glow stark against the snow and the encroaching night. Helly cinches her coat tighter, drawn toward the flames. The neatly arranged logs are a touch of corporate staging—they certainly planned this retreat down to the last ember. Her gaze sweeps over the other refiners, then lands on the new security measures erected since the uprising. Just more polishing of a prison we're all supposed to call a career. Thinking too hard about it is agony, so she stops. Milchick stands, dusting off his pants. 'Hold tight, everyone. I'm needed elsewhere. Good night,' he says, his silhouette dancing monstrously as he trudges away through the snow.