Startled by Vera Wave's sudden outburst, Kris Cooper's outstretched hand stiffened.
The young woman quickly put on an appeasing smile. She hurried over and gathered the scattered fax paper from the floor into her arms.
"Such a trivial matter isn't worth your effort, sir. Let me do it! Please, don't hold it against a little person like me. A gentleman doesn't dwell on a woman's mistakes, and... you're heterosexual, one hundred percent pure heterosexual, a thousand percent straight man, super, super straight! Anyway, you go ahead with your work. I'll just... throw these away!"
Smiling at him, she started to walk off, intending to make a quick getaway.
"Stop right there!"
She's trying to escape?!
"Is there anything else you need, Mr. President?"
Holding a large, unspooled roll of fax paper, Vera Wave turned around, her heart pounding. She worried he was about to fire her.
