The Price of Compassion

d held up a stack of b

ole," I announced, my voice clear and stea

ving his entire paycheck to you. He told me you were a s

letting th

. On my single, contract nurse salary. The money Matthew gave you was a loan from our

eople started whispering, looking from me t

cole stammered, her victim act cr

ndred-thousand-dollar life insurance payout after your ex-husband's tragic death in that car acciden

ent from pale t

atched the IOUs from my hand,

es and throwing them to the ground like confetti. "I wasn't giving her

was almost funny. I hadn't bough

calmly. "And it doesn't change the fact that you, a security supervisor, have b

k on him and hi

owd. "I'm not going to rely on

the stunned, gossiping silence.

raight to

himself and Ms. Fuller, the HR Director, looking at me with concerned expres

tthew Scott... I love him very much. But I'm about to leave on a humanitarian mission, an aid program

painting a picture o

dropped

of mine, Nicole Chavez. He lied to me about her circumstances. He even sabotaged my career to

The integrity of a security supervisor was paramount. The PR nightmare of

," Mr. Lester said, h

ill ensure that debt is repaid. Furthermore, we will garnish Mr. Scott's wages. Half of his monthl

s time with

whispered. "Tha

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