Nothing. No answer. After all, why should there be? I review the two attachments again, make an appointment with the office downstairs for the courtroom, and organize my files. I e-mail Bruce the information I promised him.
11:30 Time is passing slowly. I sit back and look at my colleague at the desk next to me. Yuri Ishim Japanese. She joined the company when Flynn. Maybe I should ask her what our CEO"s background is. Would it be okay if I asked him for an appointment?
"Yuri!" I call, and she pops her head up from her laptop. "Hi!" I wave with a nice smile. "Do you want to come for coffee?"
"Now?" she asks in her typical oriental accent.
"Yes. I didn"t drink this morning, and now it"s time to wake up."
"Okay..." she replies with a smile, and for some reason, her voice disturbingly ri
