“I wouldn’t say I’m ‘just’ standing around here,” said the muscle man, shifting the load upon his shoulders.
The efficiency expert standing behind him judging his worthiness to keep his job during these cutbacks arched a shaped eyebrow. “And what exactly is it that you do here, Mister…”
The man glowered, not bothering to fill in the blanks. He shrugged. “If it isn’t obvious to you, then you aren’t qualified to judge if I’m redundant. Or maybe they can replace me with a minimum wage lackey willing to support the heavens.”
She had no response, so Atlas returned to work.