Hana binned her day’s work and started again, tears pricking at her eyes. Her confidence plummeted into her shoes and Caroline’s words ate at her trust in Logan. Sheila rang to demand the reports she gave Hana to type and she admitted they’d been ruined. “I’m printing them again now,” she said, wincing as the copier ate the top copy of each.
Caroline returned, tossing her head and throwing her folder onto her desk. She winked at Hana and licked her lips, the inference clear. “You should wake up and crawl back into your granny car,” she spat. “Logan always comes back to me. I don’t want to see you hurt, but I’ve been here before.” The smile faded from her face as Chris Carter stuck his head through the door.
“How can I help you?” Hana fixed a polite smile on her face and stood, stepping t
