Part 1 of Essay
“Excuse me,” demanded Rich in a firm tone as he shoved his way past me on his way to the break room. His eyes held in them a deeply serious look, a bit less sincere than I was used to. Behind him stood Martin, a bit hunched over, concealing something under his loose fitting red Staples shirt. “What’s that?” I asked, attemp ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... we were. Over the course of the next few weeks, I watched loads of equipment leave the store. Three Palm Vs were now in Martin’s possession, Jesse made off with some RAM, Doug robbed some hard drives, and Jason even pilfered a laptop. Most of the guys claimed that the lack of proper wages justified the theft. “After all,” Doug said one day, “All we’re doing is stealing from Staples what they owe us anyway.” I was scared. Was there a chance of losing my job if I didn’t reveal the secret to a member of management? A ....