The Rabid Stray
Language: en
My coworker, Maya, found a stray dog outside our office building and decided to bring it inside. It was a scruffy little thing, but it had a nasty snarl and bared its teeth at anyone who came close. I tried to be the voice of reason. "Maya, this is an office," I said gently. "Maybe you should let it go." She shot me a look of pure venom, accusing me of having no heart. Then she and her two little friends launched a campaign, telling everyone in our small office how cold-blooded I was. It all came to a head when her precious stray wandered into the boss’s office and mauled his wife. Five…