Victoria was reading the contractor estimates when Olly appeared at her desk without warning and set a glass down near her elbow. The glass was tall, the contents the color of pale gold, still beaded with condensation.
She looked at it. Then at Olly.
"I didn't order anything."
Olly's expression remained its usual temperature, which was approximately that of a well-organized filing cabinet. "Boss sent it."
Victoria looked back at the glass. "Why would he send me juice?"
"I wasn't given a reason." Olly's pause was the administrative equivalent of a shrug. "I was given the glass."
"Thank you," she said.
Olly left. Victoria picked up the glass, took one careful sip — then another, less careful one. Apple. Cold, clean, no sweetness she hadn't asked for. She waited.
Nothing. No rolling t
