“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, her voice soft. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Gree adjusted his shirt. “Not at all. I was just leaving.”
“Dr. Gree,” she said, tilting her head. “Mind if I call you Fadre?”
“Sure.”
“You asked me a few weeks ago if I would like to go for a drink after work.” She stared at the floor. “I feel I owe you an apology.”
Shifting his weight, he shook his head and moved around her. “No apology needed. I understand not mixing business with pleasure. I really should be—”
Pushing a strand of her blonde hair over her right ear, Ula held her arm in front of him. “I’m trying to say I was interested. I shouldn’t have shot you down that day.” She fiddled with her hands. “I really need to talk to someone. I’m in some trouble and, well, I don’t really know where I can turn.
