Underground SpiritChapter OneWHITNEY’S STOMACH GROWLED as she approached reception.
Too bad there was only one way in and one way out of the law firm where she worked. Back when she was a student lawyer, she’d served time in a much larger firm. There, lawyers could slip out the back unnoticed. Here, she had to contend with Norma’s nosiness. Almost made Whitney wish she’d brought lunch from home. Except that she was a truly hopeless cook. Couldn’t even make a sandwich without setting the curtains on fire.
If she wanted a bite from the food court in the underground, she would have to pass by Norma. No other option.
So she got out her phone and pretended to be engaged in a highly lawyeristic conversation.
“That’s right,” she said loudly as she tromped past Norma’s desk. “I’ll be
