‘What’s the matter with that shower out there?’ Dan growled.
‘Search me. They spend their time moaning they’re underpaid and overworked.’
Delia placed a notepad and pen on the small round table, sat down and waited for Dan to join her. ‘I carry the bulk of the workload myself. I’m here until midnight every Friday and I let them leave a half hour early, but they’ve no gratitude. They’re convinced they’re hard done by.’
‘Well, things are about to get a whole lot worse.’ Dan lowered the dial on the fan heater. ‘The board refused to introduce another round of salary cuts. They’re insisting on redundancies.’
‘For staff below manager level, I presume.’
‘No, the redundancies will affect everyone.’
‘Not me, though.’
‘I tried to keep you out of it, Delia, but the board weren’t having it.’
‘You mean—?’ Delia’s face turned red, then purple. ‘You bastard,’ she hissed.
‘Now, Delia, it’s out of my hands.’
Delia’s fingers twitched. She gripped the edge of the table. Her knuckles were white and her back ramrod straight. ‘Don’t give me that crap. You’ve been dying to get rid of me for years. Well, you’re not getting away with it. I will keep my job and I want an increase—fifteen percent, no twenty-five percent. Otherwise, I promise you everyone will find out all about the great Dan McGonigle.’
Dan’s lips stretched into a smile, but his eyes were as hard as glass. ‘You’re hysterical. You don’t know what you’re saying.’
‘Don’t I?’ Delia sprang to her feet and her chair clattered against the vinyl floor. She took two steps in Dan’s direction, then froze. Very slowly she walked backwards until she was flattened against the wall. ‘Do you think I go around with my eyes shut?’ she hissed. ‘I know exactly what you and Robert are up to. One word from me and you’ll be lucky if you don’t end up in prison.’
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