"Those people deserve their fate." She watched red spots appear in his cheeks, anger sparked by the hated subject of the unemployed. He’d once been a star, and it was easier to blame his fall on someone else than look in the mirror. "The unemployed have their hands in the pockets of the working class. To suggest I belong in such a place does you a disservice. That being said, you were a rat, so maybe it is you who should be camped there." His voice carried the dry and clipped tones of a college lecturer.