Scott enjoyed his job. He just didn’t enjoy his boss. He had to take the guy five days a week, but early on a Saturday morning, Rudd drained last evening’s lassitude right out of him. “Glad you’re taking the audit seriously, Sinclair.” “I take my job seriously.” Ass. Rudd needed supervisor training. His VPs were dropping like flies. Then again, that was a good thing. The company didn’t need eight VPs. “Good. I hope you’re seriously considering how to correct the bottom line, too.” Rudd tugged on the neck of his polo shirt as if it were strangling him. “The bottom line isn’t the issue, Ron.” The value of his stock options were the issue in Rudd’s mind. “It’s overspending. The world-class lobby in our manufacturing facility”—a ridiculous expenditure in Scott’s opinion—“doesn’t need to be that world-class. ” The design alone was seventy thousand dollars. “If we want to be a world-class company, we have to look like a world-class company.” That had been the standard party line all last year, when they put in the new computer system, which Scott had agreed was a necessity.
