A New Job
A New Job By Cassandra Morgan 8:45 a.m. The sound was like the echo of a rifle shot, a sharp clap every time the heel of a shoe hit a floor tile. The steps were ominous and mean, like the cracking of a whip. They shouted that someone was approaching, and that world should pay attention. It was the sound of a heel on an office floor, and every step made Paul Taylor feel worse. It was the sound of his heartbeat, beating out of control. He moved into the office of National...