“I just want to get back to work, that’s all,” Ana said. “I need tips to pay my light bill to iron my blouse.” The smile she’d been fighting so hard to hide finally broke through as Mary scowled.
“Please, Mr. Timmerman,” she started again. “You have to believe me. There’s no need to play a video when I’ve already told you what happened.
You can see my distress. Look at her. She’s smiling! She’s enjoying this! Fire her right now!”