Tattered Dignity

New people came in before we were even gone. The new editor sat at your desk ignoring my existence and had a meeting with her new staff. She asked one arrogant fool what he wanted in the way of salary, and he mouthed a number so high they all laughed in delighted disbelief. Isn't it ridicilous how we can enrich ourselves? I picked up my coffee, gone cold, and my tattered dignity and left.