Martin strode down the corridor his eyes fixed to the floor but he still heard the murmurs as he pass.
It was official; his downfall had been broadcast on the office grapevine.
For a moment he wallowed in self-pity but then he recalled how they had paled as he announced he would no longer be party to the atrocities they committed on a daily basis.
His resignation had been a statement.
Raising his head he saw his co-workers, they weren’t looking away, they met his eyes defiantly and then they began to clap.
News of the rebellion would travel fast.
© Deb Whittam 2020