Four months later
Wolf glared at the accountant that he’d hired just two weeks ago, who had started just the past Monday, sighed heavily.
“Why are you givin’ me notice?” he growled. “What’s the issue?”
“Uh, well,” the man stuttered, adjusting his tie. “I just – I feel that – this work environment's problematic…”
Wolf looked around the office, bemused. Yeah, OK, it wasn’t the world’s best office, he could agree with that. It was just above the garage work areas, so every time anyone opened the door, a wave of heat and noise, and the smell of steam, gasoline and paint rolled on in. But c’mon, it wasn’t exactly a slum, it was fully air-conditioned, had double-glazed windows, had soundproofing, and Wolf knew that he was paying way over market rate for the work. Besides, this little i***t
