"You hear that? If it weren't for Mercedes putting in a good word, you'd already be packing your desk."
Maurice spoke up too, his face like stone.
"Matilda, don't push your luck. Post the apology in the group chat before end of day, start buying the afternoon coffee tomorrow, and I might be generous enough to let you keep your job."
Mercedes could barely contain her grin.
"Oh, let's not be too hard on her. But you know, it's been so hot lately, just coffee in the afternoon isn't really enough. Some fruit and little cakes would be nice too, don't you think?"
I said nothing.
I gave her one long look, then turned and walked out. Behind me, Mercedes's laughter spilled through the office door, barely restrained.
"Manager Whitney, you and Mr. Swanson really know how to handle people. Some folks just don't behave until you put them in their place."
I pulled out my phone and dialed the number.
The call connected almost instantly.
"Ms. Chavez, you've finally made up your mind?"
I leaned against the wall and let out a slow breath.
"The offer. I accept. But before I leave, I need you to look into something for me."
My voice dropped cold.