Dinner for Two, Death for One

Summary

I ran into my boss when I was complaining to my best friend about how he actively made the workplace hostile for me.

He fired off a barrage of questions, "Where's the annual report? Where's the script for the speech? I can't believe you have the gall to enjoy a meal when you have a mountain of work to do!"

That was it.

I slammed the table. "It's due tomorrow! What's the rush? Are you going to hold a funeral for yourself tomorrow?"

My boss stormed off in a huff. I asked for the bill, but the waiter came with two. My table came up to 60 dollars, but the other ran up to 3,750.