Washed UpChapter 3
My boss was a pure ass. I was about fifteen minutes late getting in and he saw me. "What the hell are you doing, coming in late?" he practically yelled. I saw several heads popping up over the walls of cubicles wondering who had made the boss mad this time. "I'm fifteen minutes late, Dale," I said. "That's right and I've been looking all over for you. You need to be on a plane to Denver in less than two hours. The site is shut down until you get there." "That's not going to...