Later that day…
Vincent took off his glasses, massaging his forehead with his index and thumb. He checked his wristwatch to see that it was 12:30 pm. Lunch time at the tower.
He wondered if Ariana was having lunch. She had missed it the previous day because of the workload he had placed on her.
Speaking of that, he had gone through the documents, three times, all three hundred of them and he couldn’t find a single fault in them. It was like a computer had edited them.
He was impressed, to say the least, and maybe a little guilty.
He didn’t really need the documents. As a matter of fact, they were old documents that had been abandoned already because of the errors and a new one had been drafted. He only wanted to punish her for her tardiness but, he was now starting to feel that he mus
