Frank Madsen looked up from Kate"s report on his laptop, peering at her over his reading glasses. “And this is the extent of the report so far?”
Kate fussed with the collar of her shirt. The conference room seemed awfully warm today. “Yes, so far. It"s just the preliminary report. Nitrovex is turning out to have a more extensive reach than we—than I thought.”
Madsen nodded slowly. The three other senior members of her group continued to shift through the thin stack of papers that made up her report. None of them were smiling.
That"s it then, back to the business cards. She wondered if the KwikCopies on the corner had any job openings? She waited for someone else to speak, fingers laced together.
She"d spent the trip back on Sunday with the radio off, a yellow-lined notepad and a pen on
