Chapter Ten
We spend the next six hours cleaning, and I finally feel like the apartment is Robbs free. To my relief, neither Jenny nor Chase seem too upset that we’re all suddenly unemployed. Chase leaves to buy new locks for our door, and Jenny sits down at the couch with my laptop.
“You don’t mind if I use this, do you? I want to look at the job postings.”
“Go ahead,” I tell her. “But I think I have an idea about where we could all work.”
“Really? That was fast. I’m surprised at how well you’re handling this. For weeks you’ve been saying that we were stuck at Fission because we need the money. Suddenly we’ve both been fired, and you don’t seem concerned at all.”
“An idea came to me when I was talking to Paul. When I mentioned rounding up all of the female employees he’s screwed, it
