Lily suddenly appeared beside us carrying coffee like a warrior arriving late to battle.
“What did I miss?”
Chris grabbed her dramatically.
“Everything.”
“Define everything.”
“The CEO may or may not be emotionally constipated and secretly obsessed with his wife.”
Lily gasped.
I walked away immediately.
Because if I stayed another second, I might actually start laughing.
Or screaming.
Possibly both.
The emergency response training area occupied the entire lower aviation wing of Grant Global.
Massive.
Bright.
Filled with simulation equipment, oxygen tanks, emergency stretchers, and enough pressure to make new recruits sweat through expensive uniforms.
I adjusted my gloves while reviewing the trainee list.
Lily hovered nearby, still emotionally invested in executive-floor dram
