on his hips, and his eyes are crazy. “Fine, twenty percent pay raise, that’s it,” he snaps. I stay silent. He continues to pace. “Hardball, hey…twenty five percent and that’s it.” I begin to type as I act uninterested. “No thanks.” “What do you mean, no thanks?” he barks. “It’s not about the money.” “Everything is about money,” he fires back. I roll my eyes and go back to my computer. “Fifty percent pay raise and that’s totally fucking it.” I keep typing. “No.” “Double your wage and do not talk to me again. This is daylight robbery,” he screams. “You are trying to fuck me up the ass, and I
...more

