“No Tess, I
haven’t heard from him,” Miss Pension said.
Tess
twirled her fingers in the chord of her phone.
“He asked me to resign today.
Said it was part of some plan he had.
I can’t just quit. Do you realize
what I’d lose if I did that? Did he
mention this plan to you?”
“No, but
like I said, I haven’t heard from him.”
“Something’s
wrong.”
“You can’t
know that, Tess.”
“I can feel
it. And there’s something wrong with
him. He was… jittery and his eyes, I
swear they were dilated or something.”
“And he was
out sick before,” Miss Pension said.
“Corporate Man is never sick.”
“I need
some help out here. He needs some help.”
“There’s no
one available.”
“No
one? Don’t you guys have a bunch of
members?”
“Yeah, but
the Union is stretched pretty thin right now. Our last campaign hospitalized a few of our
members. Hang in there, Tess. I’ll try to think of something.”
