ther. Fucking asshole, can’t even sack me to my face. He had HR do it, and those Neanderthals are to escort me off the premises.”

Monique swung her stapler through the air, and for one horrifying minute, Hannah thought she was going to throw that office implement at the two somber looking security guards, who were indeed standing watch by the office entrance. The older one of them, Sean—Hannah stopped to chat to the sweet old guy every day on her way in—she loved hearing him talk about his grandkids’ latest antics—winced at Monique’s outburst. Poor Sean had worked here even longer than Hannah had and was due to retire...