“Oh Lord!” Ann staggered against the edge of his desk, reached out for support and took several deep breaths. She didn’t want to start crying again. Just then a buzzer sounded-off on his console and he readjusted his head set.
“Yes? Uh-huh, she’s here. Yah, I’ll tell her. Sure.” He flipped a switch and turned to her again. “It’s started,” he said. “That was Reena. She wants you to check your e-mail.”
“Christ,” Ann hissed, tears forgotten. She picked up her laptop, slipped into the closest seat. It took a moment for the file to open but when it did, her stomach turned an about-face and she covered her mouth to prevent the shriek that was suddenly pushing up out of her throat.
“How bad is it?” he asked.
“I’m sorry. It’s gross. I can’t show it to you.”
“You don’t have to,” he said, his v
