Melting Point
As temporary office spaces went, Dana Sanderson had to admit this one wasn’t bad.
Modern chairs, adjustable in every possible direction, covered in soft blue leather. A sleek rectangular conference room table that had plenty of room for those five chairs, but didn’t take up so much space no one could walk around it.
A gleaming steel pitcher waited in the middle of the table, surrounded by tall, sturdy glasses that made Dana smile. They were exactly like the highball glasses in her favorite restaurant nearby, all the way down to the little dimples around the middle for better grip.
More importantly, a side table held a carafe made of the same steel as the water pitcher, but filled with smooth, rich coffee. She’d already taken advantage of an orbital array of big blue mugs
