The confrontation, part one
Jack stormed out of the lab and down the hall towards the cafeteria. All those years spent working on a device that he was assured would work and now that it came down to it the stupid thing didn’t function as promised. It was all Jill’s fault. He shouldn’t have ever agreed to match his superior technology with her obviously flawed programing. He should have instead taken the General up on his offer to mount his technology on US space satellites. “Then at least I would’ve have been wealthy,” Jack grumbled to himself. “But no, I had to listen to miss goody too shoes about doing the ethical thing and turn the General down....and now we’re both going to sink because having a clean conscience is apparently more important than having money to help nurse a guilty one.”
Grabbing one of the Styrofoam cups, Jack plopped it under the automatic coffee machine and jabbed at the dark roast button. The machine gave a slow whirl and dark liquid dripped and then poured from the nozzle. When the cup was three quarters full, jack yanked it from the machine… spilling some on himself. Cursing, Jack slammed the cup down on the counter, spilling more coffee all over the counter. Gabbing three packets of sugar, he ripped them open and dumped the contents into the cup. “It’s just not fair,” Jack grumbled as he reached for the half-half.
“Something has got to be done about this.” He paused; his hand wrapped around the handle of steel pitcher, “She needs to know how I suffered,” Jack hissed. “And she needs to know right now.”
