(Tracey’s POV)
After Becca and I had our little pow-ow this morning, I went back to my office. I had a few items I needed to drop by Sarah’s office, so after making a few calls to arrange refreshments for today’s meeting, I went to see Sarah. “Hey. Whatcha doin?” I asked as I sat some folders down on the edge of her desk.
“I’m still working on this d*mn spreadsheet. The boss and I can’t seem to find the source of these discrepancies.” She was rubbing her temples like she was in pain, so I took a little pity on her and stepped around her desk to lean over her shoulder and have a look. “What discrepancies?”
“Well…” She began and after about ten minutes of her showing me what she’d found I said, “Email it over to me, and I’ll help you look.” She instantly looked relieved to hear that, an
