Chapter 4

An associate degree, twenty-six years old, and no skills worth bragging about. In this city, at least in her eyes, 1,600 dollars a month already counted as pretty decent.

"Fair enough." I didn't argue.

"Exactly. So cherish it. When you come back, work hard and stop going against management."

"Mm." I picked up my tray and left.

That afternoon, I handed all my work over to Sunny Shaw. He clearly didn't want it, but Charles Grant had assigned him, so he had no choice. As he flipped through the folders, he frowned in disgust. "Emily Lane, your workload is way…