How could they do this to her?
How could they do this to her?A scream of frustration stabbed the back of her throat, fighting for escape, but she wouldn"t give the bastards the satisfaction of seeing her lose her cool. Thankfully, the elevator was empty, as were the hallways on her floor. Not a single soul interrupted her march back to her office.
The last thing she wanted was to come face to face with one of Quick"s lackeys.
She slammed the door behind her, then threw the lock. The little room didn"t improve her mood. The dreary beige walls and furnishings hadn"t bothered her before. She"d hardly noticed them, truth be told. She"d always been so focused on her work. But not today.
She dumped the files she"d been carrying on her desk. The papers fanned across the surface. She should fi
