There were always issues in family-run businesses, at least, that’s what Vera tried to tell herself. Hase Insurance Company was a job during a time that so many people were struggling to find employment. Yes, Elle Hase’s sons were managers. Of course, they were. Yes, there were no other managerial positions, except at the senior level. Yes, that meant there was no upward mobility in the company. None of that mattered to Vera. What mattered was that her boss, Tracy Hase drove her insane. For the past three months, Vera had only seen Tracy in the weekly all-staff Zooms, rotating from side to side in his desk chair against a virtual background of a red-lipped batfish. Occasionally bits of him would disappear, as if the bat or fish, or whatever it was had taken a bite out of him. “ . . . tomorrow,” Elle’s voice was monotonous, “Any concerns?” Walter stuck his hand in the air like a child. “Tracy quit swiveling. Yes, Walter? You can just talk, you don’t have to ask my permission.”