David picked up his keyboard and shook it over Fred's lap until it was devoid of fingers and thumbs. Placing it back in front of his monitor, he then stood up, brushed off the remaining digits, and walked over to Fred. Sticking his finger in his face, he said, "Did I not tell you to show me a little respect? I am not some wet behind the ears payroll clerk. Contrary to my youthful appearance, I have been with this corporation for about thirty years and the absolute last thing I'm going to put up with is being disrespected by someone who has zippo for experience. Now, do you or do you not have the justification for overtime?"
"I told you I work in Accounts Receivable and I don't need to justify squat to you!"
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