After a month of nothing however trouble, Armansky sent for her, fully intending to let her go. She listened to his catalogue of her offences except objection and besides even raising an eyebrow. She did not have the "right attitude," he concluded, and used to be about to inform her that it would possibly be a true concept if she looked for employment with any other association that may want to make higher use of her skills. Only then did she interrupt him.
"You know, if you simply prefer an workplace serf you can get one from the temp agency. I can manage something and all and sundry you want, and if you do not have any higher use for me than sorting post, then you're an i***t. "
Armansky sat there, startled and angry, and she went on unperturbed.
"You have a man right here who spent t
