*Braxton*
The moment I step into the office, I can tell by Cindy’s face that there’s something she doesn’t want to tell me. I don’t have to ask whether or not it has something to do with Jeff Thompson. I can tell that it does. I am confused, though. Jeff doesn’t have to be at work until 9:00, and it’s barely 8:30. In the two years that he’s worked here, I can never remember him ever being early one time. In fact, most days he’s not even on time.
“Good morning, Mr. Merriweather,” Cindy says, tension in her voice.
“Good morning,” I say, arching an eyebrow at her. “What is it, Cindy?”
She hesitates before she says, “Jeff Thompson is… demanding to see you. Right away.”
“All right,” I say with a shrug and a nod. “You can let him know I’m here.”
She still looks nervous, and I have to wonde
