Monday morning at Moonlit Tech usually smelled of ozone and despair. For Louise Cooper, however, it smelled of opportunity.
She walked into the building wearing a slate-gray pencil skirt that fit like a glove and a silk blouse that was buttoned just high enough to be professional, but low enough to make people wonder if she was on her way to a boardroom or a bedroom.
She bypassed her own cubicle, ignoring the blinking light on her phone that undoubtedly signaled fifty missed calls from David asking if she had fixed the "Andy Situation" yet.
She headed straight for the glass-walled office at the end of the executive corridor.
Inside, she could see Andy Finch sitting behind his desk. He looked tired. He was staring at a coffee mug as if it had personally offended him.
Standing in front
