“I think we have to face the fact you’re an administrative hoarder. It happens. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he said.
She made a rude noise but her mouth kicked up at the corner. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”
“I don’t think, I know.”
The strident ring of a phone interrupted whatever response she was about to make and they both reached for their hip pockets at the same time.
“Me,” Cassandra said as she slipped her phone from her jeans. Her smiled faltered as she checked the caller I.D.
“Who is it?”
“My boss. My ex-boss, I mean.”
Only yesterday he and Cassandra had been discussing the fact that even though she knew beyond a doubt that her role had been handed to someone else, she had yet to hear the news from the powers that be at Eureka Productions. A fairly typical sce
