"What's going on in there? Sir, are you alright?"
The restaurant staff, alerted by the scream, banged on the office door. Nina stared down with cold eyes at Larry, who was now curled up on the floor, his face flushed with pain. Speaking loud enough for the concerned voices outside to hear, she said, "He's fine. Just stubbed his toe on the desk."
Larry clutched his crotch, too winded by the pain to say anything. Without hearing any protest from inside, the employees hesitated but eventually moved on.
Nina turned her attention away from the pathetic figure on the floor and headed toward the coat rack by the window. She pulled Larry's wallet from his jacket pocket, her mind already calculating. "Eighteen hundred a month, one day off per week, that's 24 workdays. Divide that by 1800... seve
