"One that she can kick whenever she feels like it. I fought for this job because it was a promising startup. I have ambition, but it won't get me anyw...ere when she ruins my reputation. The chances of me getting a good review from her, let alone a promotion, is diminishingly small. Not at that company. Not with her there.” I pause for another swig. “Fuck her, I quit.”Lewis stops unwrapping and looks up for the first time and grins. “No shit? You? That’s my move, bro!” He grabs his beer bottle. I had a feeling that if we went ahead with the venture, Doug was always going to be a drain on my time.Marcie, though she didn't mean to, was calling out to me for help. It was just a feeling I had, something that played with my emotions below the surface. She'd supported me through thick and thin. This was my chance to give back, whether she knew she needed my help or not.Finally, there was Cynthia. Perhaps I overstepped my bounds sometimes, but when I offered advice, she always accepted it.. Middle Easternmusic came over the speaker system as the slave master began to auctionher off. Within ten minutes, she was led off by a large black man to histable and made to sit at his feet as the seven or eight people at histable clapped him on the back and congratulated him.The music then changed to the "Wedding March" and the slave with themini-bridal gown was led out to be sold. After another ten minutes offrenzied bidding, she was sold to the group of six European businessmen,that I had. On the fourth night the pinto walked right up to me. I slipped a loop around her neck and soothe her until the loop was tight..I began to move to random horses till I had loops on nine more. I let them drink as I moved through them. When the horses began to move away from the water. I led my ten between the rocks and waited.Once the herd was out of sight I moved across the creek. I mounted the pinto and laying low on its back I led the captured horses in a random path back to my camp. I looked.