When the supplies for the holiday office party mysteriously disappeared—including all the gifts—a hundred fingers suddenly shot out from instantly angry red fists, and they were directed at any and all who were present. The shouting rose in volume, as did the airing of completely unnecessary company secrets. It was a disaster! This tangled web of accusation led to a sharp uproar of argument as if a sudden tornado had sprung up, descending into the catastrophic wealth of confabulation and deceit that all disorganized group arguments will too fastly become. I left the main room in a hurry, finding a relatively quiet spot for myself by the silent elevators. Breathing deeply, an attempt to calm my nerves. Completely taken aback at what Millia had shouted toward me in the heat of the moment, didn’t I, in fact, begin to think that it was her responsible for the party supply and gift theft all along? Only because she’d accused me first, but still—did I not want to strike back just as they all were doing? That would put me in the same rotten, selfish place as them. How ashamed I felt for my own present behavior. I’ve never liked this division of the company. And I knew then that I should put in for a transfer … maybe even key some of their cars tonight before I had a chance to think twice about it later.