Amy was at her desk typing away when the Editor returned and asked her to come into his office. She knew exactly what he was feeling. She knew he was fuming. She knew it was directed at her.
She didn’t care.
As best he could, the Editor put on his friendly face.
“This is great, Amy, the Rufus stuff is going to run and run. You should be very proud of yourself.” he said through gritted teeth.
“By the way,” he continued, “do you know yet when you’ll give him his five grand?”
“Oh,” replied Amy, “he’s already collected it.”