I started back toward my desk. (As I had told Donnie, I really did have work to do.) The third floor of the building—like the rest of the Thomas-Smithfield headquarters building—was arranged in an “open office” configuration, which, I believe, had been originally popularized by Japanese companies. Or maybe it was based on the older American concept of the “bullpen”; I’m not too sure. In any case, the office was set up so that the average employee had minimal privacy.
Each person had a desk, surrounded by low cubicle walls, which never blocked either the view or the sounds of one’s colleagues. The managers had offices, of course, but they were in a different league.
The entire third floor was allocated to the company’s purchasing department, and we were subdivided into groups and sub-groups, based on the suppliers we handled. Donnie Brady, Bethany Cox, and I formed a sub-group. Needless to say, I was the odd man out...
What if you overheard three of your coworkers plotting a murder?
Frank Joseph was content in his job as a purchasing agent at Thomas-Smithfield Electronics. Then he overheard a conversation that not only changed his life, but put him on a collision course with homicidal colleagues and mobsters.
The EAVESDROPPER is a workplace conspiracy thriller that will keep you guessing to the end.
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