Chapter 17: Ana“Chingao.”
Never mind that she didn’t get her previous parking spot back, but did every single one on the lot have to be occupied? Cursing the paper-pusher that had come up with this system of who could put their vehicle where, Ana once more scanned the employee section. Nada, and no wonder, either, with it being almost noon. Shift change for the nurses was at seven and by nine-thirty even the tardiest secretary had arrived. It was all Alma’s fault for insisting the regional meeting be held at her place. Oh, well, she would just have to risk her truck getting booted.
There were plenty of spaces toward the back of the visitor area and she nosed the truck behind a little Nissan and got out. Grabbing the folders from the back seat, she was halfway across the lot before she sa
