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had to say.
    “Is everything okay?” she asked as he shut the door behind her.
    “No, Rayma. It’s not okay.” He marched to his desk, across from where she stood. She didn’t bother sitting. Neither did he. Instead, he fisted his hands on the desk and leaned forward, eyebrows bunched. “You’re lucky you’re not in my office to get your termination notice.”
    She blinked, lost focus on him, and decided to sit before her legs collapsed. “Why? What did I do wrong?”
    “Your blog post about Vin Doux. You need to delete it.”
    “Why? Why should I delete it?”
    Tony sat and steepled his hands, resting his chin on them. “It’s damaging to a very important person in this community. Darrell Weberley supports many organizations in this area, and we can’t afford to have one of our employees post such libel.”
    “It’s not libel. I’ve said nothing bad about his business, and nothing false. There’s a video of the chefs fighting, which is real. He refused to give an interview at the time. I gave a short review on the restaurant. Gave my honest opinion, which is that I think it’s terribly expensive and not worth the money.”
    She’d decided to stop playing nice. Nice had gotten her nowhere so far.
    “I mean, twenty-five dollars for one salad? Really? That doesn’t include the water I drank, which they charged for, too. It’s not like gold is lining the pockets of most of the people in this town.”
    “Your blog isn’t meant for leaving reviews of restaurants or accusing them of unfair or even illegal practices. And you got the salad for free.”
    “I mentioned that, and it’s because of the fight that everyone’s meal was free.” Rayma slid forward in her chair. “I never accused them of anything illegal. Am I picking up on a guilty conscience?”
    “First there’s your post about drugs in the community, then about businesses as covers for criminal operations, then this post. It’s pretty scathing.”
    “They were unrelated.”
    Tony dropped his hands and stood, his face falling. His shoulders hunched, eyebrows gathered low in a regretful frown. He stood and planted his thumbs in his pocket, then turned and glanced out the window to the sea below.
    Rayma approached. She liked her job. She didn’t love it, but she liked it, and she couldn’t afford to lose it. She didn’t want to be fired, but she didn’t want to give up her mission, and she wasn’t ready to tell him about it.
    From here, the bay waters were choppy and disturbed, a good metaphor of her life at the moment. Not near as tranquil as the view from her condo, where the ocean churned into puddles on the beach, wiping away sand and polishing a new layer to an unusual smoothness.
    Sea and sand. Nothing else.
    What more did she need besides this? Good job, nice boss, comfy condo, safe existence.
    Boring .
    “Look, Rayma…”
    “I’ll delete the post.” She hated how her voice hinged on desperation, and as much as she didn’t want to delete the article, she could tell by his words that she wasn’t going to have a choice.
    “I called you in here to try to talk to you, give you another chance—”
    “I told you I’ll delete it.”
    “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to let you go.”
    “But…” Rayma sputtered. “You just said you were going to give me another chance.”
    “I told you I called you in here to give you another chance, but I see now that isn’t going to work.”
    “Why not? I told you I’d delete the post. I’ll delete my whole blog.” She hated to beg, but there wasn’t much in the way of job opportunities in this small city. If she lost this one, she’d have to consider moving again. She wasn’t ready to move again, no matter how much she enjoyed her blog.
    Tony’s forehead bunched, feet shifting. “I’m sorry, Rayma. You can stay until the end of the day, and I’ll get someone to help you gather your belongings.” He took two long lopes to his closet, opened it, and pulled out a small