Mike’s phone chimed with the alert notification he only used for Debbie. He frowned and picked it up, abandoning his research into knitting. He wasn’t exactly sorry to drop the subject, but he needed to focus if he was going to speed up the skin regrowth tech. Debbie knew better than to disturb him.
I’m on my way to you. With a problem.
He sighed and closed his browser. Debbie knew better than to disturb him in the middle of his research, so if she did interrupt him, there was a good reason for it. Mike didn’t hire incompetent people.
He looked up when she opened the door to his office. Two people crowded in behind her, along with three dogs on leashes. One looked like a pug. The others were bigger, probably mixed breed, with one looking to be more of a German shepherd and the other hav
