Trust No One
I got a message on my computer from Mr. Wing: “Can you come to my desk, I need assistance with something.” Of course, why not help your workmates, right? So I went, helped him out, and with Lodi’s obsession with counting every single minute, I mentally recorded I spent around 30 to 35 minutes with Mr. Wing. When I got back to my desk, Lodi asked, “What task are you currently working on?” “Helping Mr.…