After a couple hours had passed, Anika started to relax, hopeful that the situation with Jeff and Cecilia had been resolved. At six-forty-five, Anika was paged into Cecilia’s office and she shook her head at her own hopeful stupidity. Cecilia was obviously out for blood. The office was the opposite of cozy, with an ugly metal desk, harsh overhead light, and an annoying clicking noise that the printer emitted every few seconds. Anika’s hands shook and she smoothed them in her lap when she sat down. Cecilia looked like a stiff board, sitting erect in her office chair.
“I talked with Jeff at length and we examined all the sales records. I even had Tayton take a look. We were able to find an error in the reporting.” She paused lifting her chin a fraction of an inch. Anika tried not to look at
