Micah slams the drawer of a file cabinet where hot cocoa sits atop. "Jesus, I hate this place!" he says. He rubs his chest, making the stain spread. "Sweetie, take a deep breath. Go buy a new one," Dana says. "And miss the sales party, noo thank you, " he replies. When that ignoramus sees my shirt, maybe he'll remember my bonus, Micah thinks. As Micah devours the food on his plate, the boss says, “My God! What happened to your shirt?" Micah releases a long sigh. "Hot cocoa a