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Angela
“You have no choice,” Harriet says. “I wish I could get you out of it, but you have to go see Roger.”
I tap the toe of my shoe against my boss’s desk. I don’t care if it annoys her—in fact, I’m pretty sure it does, and am glad of it.
“Maybe you can work something out with him,” she says. “But administratively, my hands are tied.”
‘Administratively’ is one of Harriet’s favorite words. Especially in combination with explaining how tied her hands are exactly.
“That’ll be the day,” I scoff, “when Roger lets a woman off the hook.” I hang my head in desperation. “How is this guy still working for the department?”
Harriet leans over her desk. “You didn’t get this from me, but I hear he’s on his way out.”
“About ten years too late, but still, some good news today.”
“There can be
