“You look terrible.”
Ann looked up to see her supervisor Karen in the cubicle door.
“I thought you were out sick,” Karen said.
“I need to get this agenda out today. It should have gone out yesterday.”
Karen came further into the cubicle and peered over her shoulder at the computer screen. “So do you have everything together?”
“I’m just checking it one more time. I was afraid I might have missed something.”
“Okay, so I want you to send it to Debra as soon as you’ve looked at it. She can make copies and get them mailed. You need to go home.”
“I don’t really have the sick leave—”
“Then don’t give me a sick leave request. Go home.” Karen gave her a mock glare, then asked, “Don’t you have regulatory material to read? You can do that at home more efficiently than you can here.”
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