“Would you like to work here with me?” Andrea stared at me. “We have no clients and the pay is shit.” She kept staring. I couldn’t even tell if she heard me. “Even if business were booming, I still couldn’t afford to pay you what you’re worth.” No reaction. “But if you don’t mind sitting in the office drinking motor oil coffee and bullshitting with me . . .” Andrea put her hands over her face. Ah crap. What do I do now? Do I say something, do I not say anything? I kept talking, keeping my voice as light as I could manage. “I have an extra desk. If the PAD comes to shut us down, I might need
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