My Family Tried to Bribe Me After My Niece Broke My Seven-Year-Old Son’s Arm
You should think very carefully about where you’ll be working on Monday morning.”
“Is that an explicit threat against my public employment, Mr.
Vance?”
“It’s a professional observation,” he said, getting up from the chair.
He left the thick envelope on the edge of the table.
“I left a second copy of that agreement in a sealed envelope at the nurses’ desk upstairs.
Read it before six o’clock.”
He walked out toward the parking garage without looking back.