There are the lawyers. Suited up. Used car salesman. Shuffling papers. Shills for the corporation, or stand-ins for their desperate clients.
There are the "simple people." These are the ones who stand in lines, wait for their turn to be humiliated, the people who suffer, who flee, who ask for mercy.
The words "In God We Trust" in big, blocky, fake gold letters, tacked to the wall just above the big, round-faced clock.
The clock blindly ticks away...
