When fifteen minutes were up—to the minute—Delbert slammed into Greg’s office. “Before I bring the new apprentice in, I need to talk to you.”
“All right,” Greg said, getting up from his desk, skirting around it, and looking at Delbert as if he were preparing for a confrontation.
“First of all, what the hell just happened in there? While they were shuffling out I overheard one employee say, the Blond Satan strikes again.”
“I know what they’re calling me, and I want it stopped. And I want whoever it was fired.”
“Hell, no! I won’t fire a man for speaking the truth. What in God’s name is wrong with you?”
“I hate loafers, that’s all.”
“They were on their breaks, Greg. It’s allowed, you know, it’s even required for an employee to take a break. Did you know that? You’re breaking the friggin
