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Home Is Where the Heart Is
The arbitration hearing, trial or whatever it was, was over so quickly that if Brian hadn’t been there, he might not have thought it actually happened. Maybe just the brief intermission of a dream, something that bubbled up from the murk of the subconscious, because a piece of chicken got stuck in his intestine; meaning little more than a passing gas bubble.
Who had he been kidding? Had he expected this to be fair? Everyone knew it was a scam, but that’s the game. If someone could get you to a tribunal, you had to pay, it’s not set up for you to get a fair shake, it’s set up to keep labor costs down. This kind of thing was supposed to happen to other people, yet here it was, happening to him; it made him shiver.
It would have been easy to think that, sitti
