Monday, the Beast marched into my work space, quietly snarling. I was threatened with the attorney, yet again.
My Kungfu Boss, a veteran of martial arts and Professor, calmly sat with an ear cocked as he continued to sketch and witness.
I broke down not long after.
Two hours later, the Beast was served with a no trespass order by my Kungfu Boss. And for once, I didn’t lose my job, or run for my life.