irm' s accountant, was a quiet man who usually kept to

" he whispered, glancing around ner

zed. "What

ucture. It was her idea." He wouldn' t meet my eye

d. "That' s just Mr.

... the non-management sta

?" I asked, my voi

ion full of pity. "You' re expectin

Ye

ousand dollars, Jen. I saw the

ilets and fixed printers. The humiliation I' d been swallowing for weeks turned to

lly, didn' t she?" I asked, t

That you didn' t deserve what you used to get. That th

as gone. My loyalty was dead. They had pushed me too far, and they had no idea what they had just unleas