I look around the lobby and notice that there are a lot more worried faces down here than usual. The men in suits typically march through the lobby straight for the elevators. They’re too important to waste time smiling or waving. No, business must be done. Industrial metals must be sold.
But today, they’re huddled together talking in low voices.
“Cerberus?” I double-check. “That’s where I work. That’s what you’re talking about?”
“I know where you work, Margaret. Five years you’ve been here. You think I don’t know you better than that?”
“That can’t be right,” I insist anyway. “They would have sent an email or something.”
“There was no one left to send an email. They were all fired.” She says it slowly like it might help me process what is happening. “Security had to drag the CFO away
