Chapter 2: Fired for Helping
Lisa stopped in front of Ethan with anger in her eyes.
“Get back to work.”
Ethan stayed beside Harold’s wheelchair.
“I’m staying with him until medical assistance comes.”
A few passengers slowed down to watch.
Lisa’s face tightened.
“This is not your responsibility.”
Ethan kept his voice calm.
“He almost fell.”
“And you left your station.”
“He needed help.”
Lisa stepped closer.
“You are a cleaner, Ethan. Not security. Not medical staff. Not customer service.”
The words were not loud, but they were sharp enough to make nearby passengers go quiet.
Ethan glanced at Harold.
The old man sat still in the wheelchair, breathing slowly, watching everything with tired eyes.
Ethan looked back at Lisa.
“I’m not leaving him alone.”
Lisa’s jaw tightened.
“Then you’re done here.”
The terminal seemed to quiet around them.
A man near the coffee stand stopped stirring his cup.
A woman with a suitcase looked up from her phone.
Two security officers nearby turned their heads.
Ethan stood still.
He thought about his rent.
His mother’s bills.
The night classes he was trying to afford.
This job mattered.
But the old man beside him mattered too.
Lisa pointed toward the employee corridor.
“Turn in your badge after your shift.”
Ethan swallowed.
Then he nodded once.
“Okay.”
Harold slowly lifted his head.
“You’re firing him?”
Lisa looked at him briefly.
“Sir, this is an internal matter.”
Harold’s expression changed.
Not dramatically.
Not loudly.
But something in his eyes went cold.
He reached into the pocket of his wool coat and pulled out his phone.
Ethan watched silently.
Harold raised the phone to his ear.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then Harold said in a low, steady voice:
“This is Harold Grant.”
He paused.
His eyes stayed on Lisa.
“I’m ready now.”
The call ended.
The terminal remained silent.
Lisa frowned.
“What does that mean?”
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Harold slipped the phone back into his coat.
“It means,” he said quietly, “you should have helped before you knew who I was.”
