(First Person Dog Transformation)
I don’t know why I’m here. I’m not some criminal. If anything, Jake is—which is probably why he pointed the finger at me. Embezzlement is such a ridiculous thing to pin on a lower-level manager who doesn’t even do purchasing. But I’m wandering again, and that’s kind of what got me into all this.
I’ve done it since I was a kid, honestly. In classes, it was too easy to just let my eyes unfocus, and stare at the middle distance. I don’t even want to think about how good I was doing it in church. And apparently I did it at work too, certainly for long enough not to notice that there were some discrepancies woven into my expenses.
Ironically, that trait of mine is what’s saving me. It’s why I’m here at the ‘Reconditioning School’, whatever that means. According to my company lawyer, it’s a heck of a lot better than prison, and I might even enjoy myself.
I doubt it. Thi