come onhabit“Alright, alright,” he said, at pains to temper the aggravation his voice. He had visions of the New Boy and Lynne-with-the-pencil-skirt sitting in the bullpen, lapping up the sound of their Senior Editor at loggerheads with the freelancer, their anger steadily surging as it carried them both over a cliff edge of animosity from which they could never return.
Jan paused for a moment, allowing the heat of their argument to come to rest within the room. He was grateful she did, because he had no idea what he would have said next. Adam placed his hand on his hips as an outlet for his own tension. He felt the taut atmosphere slacken and the temperature drop as she said, more quietly now: “What is the matter with you? Why is this so important to you?”
matter “You gave me the story,
