19
“Damn it!”
Anna's fist came down on the SmartGlass desk. It was a lucky thing the stuff was designed to be durable – some SmartGlass window panes were strong enough to deflect particle beams – because she was in no mood to be gentle.
Her mouth dropped open, and she shook her head. “Damn it, damn it, damn it.” She sat forward with her elbows on the desk and buried her face in her hands. “Computer, go back to the beginning and analyze the logs again.”
“Problem?”
When she looked up, Cassiara Seyrus stood just outside the door to her office with an uneasy expression. The woman took a step forward. “It looks like you're about ready to pull your hair out.”
Anna rolled her chair backward until it practically smashed into the window behind her, then stood up with a sigh. “I've been going
