Dirt Cheap

Jude and Evelyn walked down the hall toward the front desk.

Before turning the corner, a voice echoed across the floor.

Standing in the middle of the lobby was a man in a sharp black suit... Preston Zhao, the head of Luminary VFX. Arthur Zhang stood off to the side, hunched over while Zhao tore him apart.

"Out of every account in this city, you chose this one to flex on?!" Zhao yelled, glaring at him. "Do you have any clue who actually owns this business, or are you just stupid?!"

Zhang stared at the floor, sweating bullets.

"Pack your desk by tonight," Zhao said. "HR is transferring you to our server outpost in Nairobi. If you show your face in Midtown tomorrow morning, our lawyers will fire you on the spot."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao," Zhang mumbled. He turned and shuffled toward the service elevator without looking up, his whole career in New York destroyed in an afternoon.