pretend nothing had happened.
At 8:02, my phone rang again.
This time, I answered.
It was the payroll director at the Ohio plant.
Her voice was shaking.
“Please tell me you know what’s happening.”
“I don’t work there anymore.”
“I know.”
“Then you should talk to Harold.”
“We did.”
“And?”
“He isn’t answering.”
I looked at the clock.
8:03.
Payroll deposits should have already been transmitted.
“What exactly is happening?”
She took a breath.
“People didn’t get paid.”
I closed my eyes.
“How many?”
“We don’t know yet.”
