Eight
Trying to quell the surging panic, I grabbed my purse from beneath the desk and dug around for a treat. Any treat. A half-sucked Lifesaver. A dinner mint. A caramel wrapper with a tiny blob stuck to the corner.
Nothing. Not even a lone Nerd rolling around the dust and lint gathered in the bottom of my bag. How had I left home without a single piece of candy? How had I eaten every last piece in my drawer?!
Leaping from my chair, I pressed the intercom button and announced, “I have to go out for a minute. Please hold my calls.”
My assistant Angela didn’t respond from the other end of the phone line, but I didn’t care. I dashed for the door. Just as I reached for the handle the door burst open.
Instantaneously, a dozen men dressed all in white began removing furniture from my offic
