34 AndreaHurrying into her office, Andrea’s black leather oxfords skidded on the vinyl flooring. She bumped against her chair, rolling it tight to the desk.
Regaining her balance, she clicked her computer on.
While it booted up, she tossed her campaign hat on the rack above the wall-mounted coat hook.
Yanking down the underarm zipper on her hybrid ballistic vest, she pulled the vest over her head. It caught on her arm.
She told herself to calm down and go slower.
This week she was wearing the latest prototype for a new trooper uniform design. She had to hand it back undamaged.
With exaggerated care, she slid the vest off her arm and hung it on the hook.
In this contender, soft body armor was concealed under a light blue sleeveless shirt with non-working front buttons.
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