"Do you remember the joke I told in my office?"

"You mean the one where you intimated that I was a whore?" She asked.

"You aren't the whore, Staci. I am. You represented the millions of dollars offer. And I'm so willing to chase after you that I'd settle for your reputation being worth five dollars in the end. I can't hurt you like that. You are too dangerous to me, Staci. Leave and have a good life."

I left hearing the sobs echoing in the room.

The day that I was released I went to the bank and thanked Tom Jenkins for his stewardship in my absence. Janet's desk...