Chapter Fifteen

Ms. Bailey sits perfectly upright beside Mr. Campbell and I, us getting interrogated by Mr. Scott's advisors and lawyers.

I sit silent along with Mr. Campbell. His eyes are grey and dreary, like he's already given up on escaping unscathed. It's hard to not follow his train of thought.

It's odd being on this side of the table, being interrogated for a wrongdoing. In a strange way, I feel relieved. It's hard to play with the big dogs, they bite hard. Holding threats over someone's head, especially someone as likeable as Mr. Campbell, makes me feel awful. I'm not too accustomed to delving into emotions and feelings, but I know that when my gut twists and I stress about something for hours after work, something is wrong.

So even though I'm certain I'll lose my job, despite Mr. Scott's promise on Friday night, I can't say I disagree with the decision, nor am I completely crushed by it.

Ms. Bailey is defending herself now, she bends the truth without lying and I, having never been too quick