They Crossed The Wrong Girl

Summary

Brenda slammed the manila folder onto the mahogany conference table.

"Starting this month, all unofficial stipends across the administrative department are canceled."

The dozen or so people in the room went dead silent. I sat in the furthest corner, my pen stalling for a fraction of a second on my legal pad.

Brenda was our newly minted Director of Administration. Word was she’d been parachuted in from corporate headquarters in New York, eager to light a few fires and mark her territory.

The first match, it seemed, was being tossed right at my feet.