CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
MONDAY MORNING, THE office was abuzz with activity, where normally people eased into the workweek. Luna was out sick, and after talking to her on the phone, I went about checking my own schedule. I had an email from Dana requesting a meeting and managed to fit her in just after my lunch hour.
I was still pondering how the stern woman in front of me had managed to get a place in my company when she took a seat in my office. She sat with her spine so straight it didn’t touch the back of the chair, black pants suit impeccably pressed, and her sensibly shod feet crossed at the ankles.
“Mr. Rivera,” she began. I had never been able to get her to call me by my first name in the years she’d worked for me. “I have some troubling news.”
“What’s going on, Dana?” She rarely so
