She brought it to her supervisor, calmly, professionally.
“I might be missing something,” she’d said. “But these transactions don’t match the approved vendors list.”
Her supervisor’s smile had frozen.
“Leave it with me,” he’d said.
A week later, HR escorted her out.
Position eliminated. Restructuring. Laptop confiscated. Badge deactivated.
October.
Now it was December 31st.
Back to the Apartment
Juniper whimpered again, rooting weakly against Marlene’s collarbone.
“I know,” she whispered, rocking gently. “I know.”
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