Andrea was standing at her desk with her laptop open and her eyes on the screen and absolutely nothing going into her head when Emily appeared at her elbow with the quiet urgency of someone who had been watching from across the floor and had decided enough was enough.
“Come with me,” Emily said. No room for argument. Andrea blinked, then let herself be guided away.
The break room was small and warm–a few armchairs, a coffee machine that was better than the one on the main floor and a window looking out over the city in the late afternoon light. Rachel was already there. The moment she saw Andrea she stood up and crossed the room pulling her into a hug without saying anything first.
Andrea froze, arms at her sides, caught off guard the way she always was by sudden affection. Then somethi
