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  Waylee kicked the chair she’d abandoned, unable to resist any longer. It flew into the air and barely missed Frank’s legs. “You assholes! Stupid pieces of shit!”

  Wilson jumped from his chair. “That’s it. I’m going to say this as clearly as I can. Stick to your assignments or work somewhere else.” He pointed at the door. “Now get the hell out of my office.”

  Jessica got up as if to follow her out.

  “Jessica, stay here,” Wilson said. “We need to discuss your lax management.”

  Waylee slumped back into the cubicle sprawl. I’m so stupid. I should have waited for more corroboration. Not that it would have helped.

  I have no idea what I’m doing.

  Her energy sloughed away in big sheets, disappearing into the gray industrial carpet. Tears threatened to burst down her cheeks. Everyone would stare at her and think, Waylee’s not so tough, she’s just another helpless girl. And crazy too. She doesn’t belong here, she should be in a padded cell.

  Why did she bother? Nothing ever changed for the better.