tling in my stomach. The office was mostly dark, except for the harsh fluorescent glow over th

you' re here

a desk. "It' s the HVAC specs. They' re compl

Ethan' s. I' d told him to let me check them before

o fix it?" I asked, my voice dange

fting his weight. He w

know. Nobody

e anger starting to burn through

mask of pity. That was the look that br

voice dropping to a whisper.

ws wh

han Lester. His father is our biggest client. The partners all know. He'

had all watched me. They watched me mentor him, stay late to fix his errors, pay for his lunch when he

rifices-it was all just entertainment for the

xpected to fix. All the late nights, the missed dinners with friends, the constant stress

nd was steady now. The shaking had stopped, replaced by an icy res

oke of the pen, I