Bill thought, wow, for all she knows, I’m here to rob her. The door opened and in walked a policeman of some kind. He wore a badge. “Hey, Linda. Staying out of trouble?” “You know it.” “Has Phil stopped by? He’s looking for work; I thought you’d be good for him.” “Not yet, but I’m sure he will,” Linda replied. “But everything’s okay?” “Yeah, it’s great — see ya.” Out went the policeman. By then, Bill had watched enough of this. He had too many questions. It was already late, the night was shot, so why not? He decided to ask Linda about what was going on. “Linda, it looks like you have quite a little business here.” “Thank you.” “How long have you owned this place?” “Well, I worked for the previous owner and then — ” Bill interrupted — “You worked for the previous owner, 昀椀gured you could do it better, bought him out and now you run the place — right?” “Well…” “You probably got sick of making someone else rich and wanted to be rewarded for all your work. That’s the only way I’ve seen it happen. Employees just don’t care about their jobs or companies, only the owners do.” “Well, if you’d let me speak, I could set you straight.” 8

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