Dakota
Cortez looked like she might jump across the table and strangle him. The proposition, unsurprisingly, was not well-received. Though Dakota outlined it in logical details, her anger made sense. She stood to gain nothing from him leaving. And she would lose her Employee of the Month.
“No. No, absolutely not. No way in hell. You work for the U.S. government, and you are required to remain here and accomplish your scheduled duties under penalty of law.” She gripped the table with both hands. There were only three people in the large conference room—one of the few unscathed parts of the capitol building. The third, Terrell, was there under the premise that the outcome would affect his work. All three were dressed in full military garb, with the couple in fresh, dark red uniforms and Co
