Her eyes drop and her voice lowers. Her glass is steady now, but the two hands gripping it are white at the knuckles. “Um, no, not exactly,” she says, “but I still remember the blistering you gave my ass the first time we met.”
You volunteered for that….
“I don’t recall any complaints.”
She c***s a brow at that, but her eyes lift to mine. “Well, I reckoned that since I’m probably not an employee of this company anymore, I might as well have my say.”
I lean back against my desk, considering the woman facing me down.
You’re a sub….
But you have nerve….
And the will to do the right thing….
“Mr Alexanders?”
“Yes?”
“Have I still got a job?”
None of this was your doing….
“I’m not so lost to reason as to vent my anger on someone who was simply trying to help and got caught in the cros
