Ruby's email stared right back at Chris. His heart skipped a beat. There was no way.
She could have solved it, or so he thought, not even Julian Rhodes, with his fancy doctorate, could c***k a core problem like that on such a tight deadline.
So how the hell was some undergrad supposed to solve it? I don't care how much Professor Miller hyped her up, Chris thought inwardly.
He moved his mouse, opened the email and froze.
A sharp bang echoed through the office as Julian Rhodes slammed a thick stack of documents onto the conference table.
He pointed at them.
“Meeting. Now.”
Chris didn't move. His eyes stayed glued to the screen.
“Chris,” Julian barked. “Is your a*s glued to that chair?”
Chris flicked his gaze back to the email.
It looked empty. Blank relief rushed through him.
So t
