A knock sounded at her office door. Expecting another fight, she took a deep breath before answering.
"Come in," she finally called.
The door swung open, revealing Alan. He carried the potted palm from his office against his chest and he smiled at her through the leafy fronds.
"I thought you could use something to brighten up your office," he said. "I also wanted to tell you that I'm behind you."
"You are?" she asked.
"I am," he replied. "What you're doing is a bit risky for a cautious old-timer like me, but I think your father would be proud of you."
"Really?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "You've become a confident, smart young woman. You're going to have a long battle ahead of you, but I think we might stand a chance. Anyway, you've done enough for today. Go home and rest for tomo
