Helen Carrow glanced up as Emma entered her office. Helen blinked at the short hair – Emma had always had the thickest, most gorgeous dark curls – and then she sat back in her chair and braced herself. If Emma was here in person, it was bound to be bad news. It would also involve more work for Helen, she was sure.
Goddammit. I just can’t deal with any of this woman’s drama today.
Emma smiled at Helen, determined to be polite. The woman was a grade-A b***h almost all of the time, to almost everyone, but she was an HR wiz, and she knew the ins and outs of the healthcare system better than anyone. If Emma wanted to have a prayer of successfully navigating the bewildering world of medical insurance, she’d do well to have Helen on her side.
OK, be nice, now. Even if it kills you.
“Hi, Hele
