RAFAEL
I looked down at my watch for the nth time and gazed in the direction of the restroom. It's been an hour since Catania had walked away to find a simple restroom.
Where is she? It's impossible to get lost for an hour on this floor.
I stood in the center of the chassis development lab with a tablet in my hand, but the strings of telemetry data on the screen had completely blurred into just noise. While Mark was still droning on about the carbon-fiber stress thresholds, my eyes kept flickering in the corridor going to the restroom, waiting for that oversized jacket and those wide and defensive eyes to appear.
"Mr. DiFronzo? Should we proceed with the second simulation?" Mark asked.
"We're taking a 15-minute break," I snapped, tossing the tablet onto the central console and walk
