Chapter 29: Silke“Silke? Silke! Are you expecting something?”
Silke extracted her upper body from the bowels of the Architect 8200 she was working on, and stepped off the little red plastic stool she used in order to have more reach.
“Miss Williams? I have a package for you, ma’am.” The courier handed her a small rectangular cardboard box.
“Thanks. Where is this from again?”
“I don’t know, ma’am. When I went to pick up downtown, it was already sitting there with the rest of the stuff.”
“Do I have to sign for it?”
“No, you’re all good.” Eager to get to his next stop, he rolled his cart past her and disappeared into the hallway.
Weird. Normally, Abbott FedExed everything. And the box didn’t have the Abbott logo on it either. Yet it clearly had her name, albeit handwritten, on the labe
