Duncan
Leaning back in the chair, I shake my head, slowly trying to digest Mike's words while staring at the employee file laid out before us. The picture churns my stomach. I didn't know her name. Now I do.
Wrongful termination?
"She hired an attorney?" I ask, ensuring I heard my best friend correctly.
"Yes. The paperwork came today."
"New York is an at-will state. I'm sure that Eric had reason for her termination." I look over the notes, the claims of s****l advances by various employees, the last being made by a Maxwell Knight. "This seems pretty cut and dried. Why would an attorney take this on?"
Mike takes off his glasses, massages his temples, and leans over the conference table. So far, we are discussing this strictly amongst ourselves. We want to get a grip on the situation
