I left, I stopped at Harold’s doorway.
“Good luck Monday.”
He grinned.
“We’ll survive.”
I smiled back.
“I’m sure.”
Then I added one final sentence.
“When people don’t get paid, tell the union representatives I said hello.”
His smile faltered.
Only for a second.
But I saw it.
Then I walked out.
I had no intention of sabotaging Granite Industrial Group. I had no intention of touching company systems after my employment ended, withholding information I was authorized to provide, or doing anything that could compromise the workers’ pay.
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