“Just when I got this junk pile operational, too,” said Andy, clearly wanting to contribute.
“Not my problem,” said the woman.
“Might look bad for you if you’re the reason she can’t get her fruit,” said Shay.
“Not my problem,” the woman repeated. “She’s more likely to blame your company for being unreasonable. I’m just doing my job.”
“Please,” said Andy. In an uncharacteristic move, she reached out a hand and touched the woman on the shoulder. “I won’t get to come back here either way.”
Shay was certain this wouldn’t work. He could practically hear Kell throwing a silent tantrum, too. But then the corner of the woman’s mouth turned up.
“Andy, I think you just may have been lucky enough to make it out of here right before the alarms went off.” She leaned in. “I’ve sent my info to your
