zer that she hadn't buttoned, draped over a loose silk blouse, and tailored

o the Banks Capita

usually ignored her, looked up. "Mrs. B

Cressie said, bre

r down to the baseme

t and toner. This was where they had put her

ng her nails. Hillary was twenty-four, ambitious,

ecided to show up. We have three boxes of

boxes. She reached into her bag

ed it ont

llary asked, blow

ation," Cr

d. "Resignation? Honey, you can't resign. Yo

have a contract. And

e cup-a venti latte-and "ac

d the desk, soaking

ks like you'll have to type it up again.

ghing because it was funny; they were laughing because

n spreading across the paper. Sh

n, turning it around to face Hillary. The voic

d calmly. "Workplace harassment. Hostile environment

mile falter

loud instantly," Cressie added, "

her face paling. "

s sent to HR-and to the Labor Board-

going o

d from the door

giving a tour. He looked at the spilled coffee

owned. "Are you

"Mr. Banks! I tried to help her with the fili

es were disappointed. "Cressie. Put

ary. She saw the trium

orth. She saw the a

Cressi

. "You better pray he fires me," she whis

pped crying

o the elevator. The ride up

g at the numbers changing. "Wh

sie said. "I'm done b

sworth looked at her.

sie lied. "T

looked relieved. "Good. It's better this

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