7
"Look what the cat dragged in," Elliott commented as I slipped into the mail room five minutes past nine.
"Sorry about that. I lost track of time," I told him.
"Lose track of time a few more times and you'll lose your job," he warned me.
I pursed my lips, but nodded. "Yes, sir."
Elliott grabbed a large cardboard box of envelopes and handed it to me. "Good. Now take this bundle of hate-mail to Reggie before he starts thinking people like him. I'd do it myself, but the damn mail carrier forgot half his shipment at the post office and he's supposed to be coming back any time now."
"Sure."
I trudged to the elevator and stepped inside. A few more people climbed in at the lobby floor and rode up with me for a few levels. One of them was a pair of guys who I recognized worked in t
