Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

my consent,” I said.

“He can if he proves you are no longer fit to manage the operations,” Evelyn said.

I looked back at the office building, the yellowing linoleum inside the main hallway visible through the glass door.

“He is going to use the leak reports to prove I am incompetent,” I said.

Evelyn nodded, her face grim. She pushed her continue reading …