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Mike saw the panic slam in.
Andi didn’t just freeze. She looked as if she might puke, or just outright combust. Her jaw was clenched hard enough that the muscle in her cheek was jumping and sweat stood out on her forehead.
Holly and Jeremy were now engaging with Helen about the parameters of the upcoming test flight—paying no attention to what was happening to Andi.
Miranda had one of her notebooks out and was studying something closely.
Mike hooked Andi’s arm, practically dragged her to her feet, and got her out of Helen’s office. She offered all the resistance of a Raggedy Ann doll.
Helen’s assistant moved to stop them for not having a security escort. But he got one look at Andi’s now-greening face and pointed toward the ladies’ room just down the hall.
There being so few wome
