Six of Pentacles

My Office—DAY

After making up with her secretary for going to the movies, I can overhear the Boss calling the subcontractor she uses as a report editor.

“Remember, I pay you a lot of money up front to make sure these things go out without a lot of extra ‘ing’s’ and ‘ed’s’ on the words, so keep up the good work.”

The Boss slams down the phone and then calls me into her office to ask about the project.

She tosses down the unedited report in front of me. One of the crew has scrawled a joke logo on the cover: a little smiling trowel.

“The trowel is the only tool we’ve been using,” she says “But with the crew we’ve got, that’s probably for the best.”

“That is true, but that’s the pitfall of hiring temporary workers.”

She seems to bat her eyes at me in a flirty way so I play it cool. And not horrified.

“It’s all just in a day’s work, you know.” I continue. Though it’s not. It’s a ridiculous amount of shit I do for this company.

But then she starts to get a bit close and I jump up, knocking a large framed poster and clock off the wall. I throw it all back up...