"So what if he's upset? He hogged everything. Every project that came through the design department, he'd show his face at the site for five minutes, slap his name on it, and pocket all the credit and the cash. Who does that?"
"Exactly. Meanwhile Kenneth, the new intern, was still at the site at midnight drafting plans. Not like Ronnie, who just sat at his desk all day warming his chair until the cushion fell apart."
Winston Chavez raised his voice deliberately, his tone dripping with spite:
"Isn't he supposed to be some hotshot mid-level designer? Thinks he's above the director, figured the project couldn't survive without him. Bet he never dreamed he'd get voted off. That's hilarious."
"Big deal, mid-level designer. Kenneth has a master's degree, and his father works at the Housing Authority. Getting his senior certification would be a cakewalk for him. His drafts are better than Ronnie's. He could pick up Ronnie's workload without breaking a sweat."
"I think so too. Kenneth's got the talent and the work ethic. He deserves to lead this project."
"Unlike certain people. No real skill, just good at stealing credit. Getting cut was inevitable."