“I’m so fucked. I’m fired. I’m so fucking fired,” he repeated over and over. “They’re gonna blame me. I’m the chem guy. They’re gonna fucking blame me. For a computer glitch that can’t be recreated and has never happened before. I’m fucked. I’m so fucked.” Chuck wanted to comfort his young colleague, but he had nothing comforting to say. He knew the truth about how this business worked. Yep, kid be fucked.
