I Fired My Alien CEO After a Ten-Year Probation

The night everyone vanished, I was pulling an overtime shift, drafting the layoff list.

It’s been ten years. I thought I was the only survivor.

Today, the computer that had been dead for a decade suddenly booted up.

The printer spat out a sheet of paper.

"Hazel, your probation period has ended. Report to the CEO's office."

Holding an axe, I pushed open the door to the top floor.

All my vanished colleagues were there.

They were wearing their suits from ten years ago, their bodies stiff as boards.

Mr. Sterling sat at his desk, pointing out the window.