Chapter 1
The last thing Dana Sanderson expected to hear when she walked into the IT dungeon at Gosalor Insurance was laughter.
Not the mad laughter of the insane, or the manic cackling of the condemned.
This sounded more like the honest, joyful outbursts of people out in the bright Atlanta sunshine, or maybe at a play or watching a kids’ soccer game. About the furthest thing she could imagine happening in the dimly lit, freezing cold room full of little charcoal-gray cubicles set up in a rat-like basement maze.
Dana pocketed her tiny keychain keycard and brushed her shoulder-length brown hair back over her ear, dreading how it would get crackly and full of static in the dry air designed more for huge servers than human beings. Even in November, Atlanta stayed humid enough to mildew he
