“No way…you were laid off again?” Emilia nodded dismally, chasing the olive in her martini glass around with a toothpick. “Yeah, it’s like déjà vu. Another year, another layoff.” “Fuck, Emi. That sucks.” “Tell me about it.” Emilia stabbed at the olive, which bobbed aside unscathed, as if it too were mocking her. She glowered.