I entered the conference room to see Denise typing away furiously on her laptop and the other guys-, Defenders only this time- hovering expectantly over her.
“For the gazillionth time, guys, stop hovering over me like some predator. It’s distracting!” she shouted at them but it fell on deaf ears as they seemed to inch closer even more.
“Guys, stop bugging her,” I said as I pushed through the thickly packed bodies to finally get to her. “So, Denise, what’s the latest?”
“Good news is, those guys are nothing more than thirty,” she replied, still typing away furiously with an occasional groan. “Bad news though, they’ll probably be upon us in an hour and a half tops.”
Great! We had just a little over an hour to find a way to deal with these guys.
“Oh-Oh!” Denise exclaimed and I went on hig
