Part one of term paper
“Excuse me,” demanded Rich in a firm tone as he shoved his way past me on his way to the break room. His eyes held in them a deeply serious look, a bit less sincere than I was used to. Behind him stood Martin, a bit hunched over, concealing something under his loose fitting red Staples shirt. “What’s that?” I asked, attempting to pe ...

Part two of term paper
... just in time to see Martin zip up his book bag, concealing a large box. I knew what was going on. I’d heard about employee theft occurring at Staples in the past, but this was the first time I’d ever witnessed it first hand. The day before, Rich and I had a conversation about it. “We’re the only ones who don’t steal,” he said. And I knew we were. Over the course of the next few weeks, I watched loads of equipment leave the store. Three Palm Vs were now in Martin’s possession, Jesse ma ...