Greg worked hard to hide what he had become, but after days on the job, his aggression, unprovoked rages, and restlessness had gotten everyone’s attention, making them wonder what was wrong with him.
“Greg, my God, what’s wrong with you?” Delbert asked, leaning forward, his palms flat on Greg’s desk. “You’ve got everyone hating you. You know what they’re calling you now? The Blond Satan! Can you believe it? Look,” Delbert said, a sympathetic look in his eyes. “I know you’ve been ill, but I thought you were okay now, but maybe not. Maybe you came back too soon. Do you need more time away?” His gaze took in Greg’s appearance. “And what’s this new look all about, Greg? You were always a little rough around the edges, but now your tie is always at half mast, your shirt unbuttoned at the top,
