Evelyn
"You didn't look into it when I told you, and now, things are about to go down the drain."
"Well, good morning to you, Miss Lockhart. I thought I was the only one having a fine morning," Connor says in an irritating, cheery voice as I barge into his office, waving a document.
I ignore his subtle sarcasm and march to his desk, dropping the document on it. "Look. It's all there. You can see that there is a major flaw with the mechanics. If these prototypes are cleared for assembly," I scoff. "What am I saying? You cleared it."
Connor cracks his knuckles and clasps both hands, placing his elbows on the desk.
"Are you telling me that what I vetoed and gave the all-clear, isn't clear?"
I nod. "Yes. That is exactly what I am saying. Now," I raise a hand to stop him from interrupting
