The next morning, the moment I stepped into the company building, a piercing scream came from the first-floor lobby.
"This is injustice! These capitalists are driving people to death!"
Eric's mother, Mary Cook, was sitting on the polished marble floor, throwing a full-blown tantrum. She was wearing an old cotton jacket with a torn collar.
Mary slapped the floor with both hands and pointed at the front desk receptionist while cursing.
"Your company framed my son! My son is the most honest person in the world. How could he possibly steal anything? It must be because your heartless boss thinks my son is handsome and wanted to take advantage of him! She couldn't get what she wanted, so now she's setting him up!"
A crowd of employees had gathered nearby, whispering and pointing.
Mary had
