Abigail
"Wait, so you're not at home with Angel and River?" I asked Annette while riding the elevator to the top floor.
Sitting through meetings all day representing Finnegan was exhausting, but I loved every second of it. If anyone had told me my cold, aloof boss would trust me enough to stand in for him during high-level meetings, I would have laughed in their face.
"Nope," Annette replied. "DHQ needed someone to set up firewalls for their intranet, and that's where I am currently."
"Ooh, that's cool. They better be paying well."
"You know they will. I don't take peanut jobs," Annette chuckled.
The elevator doors parted on the top floor, and I stepped out. The office felt strangely quiet after such a long, grinding day.
I had sat through three back-to-back meetings — design reviews, supplier negotiations, and a tense session with the marketing team about the racetrack launch.
