POV: Eli
Eli was in such a pleasant mood when he got to the Obsidian Ace that he decided to finish working on the pending contracts and license applications that needed to be filed next week.
He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he recalled how she fell asleep on his shoulder.
Then two soft knocks disrupted his ponderings and his grin immediately turned into a scowl. He had a pretty good idea who would be behind the door. He waited for another round of timid taps before he beckoned the person inside.
"What do you want, Pam?" Eli asked without looking up from the stack of papers in front of him. He knew it was her by the discernible sound of her heels against the hardwood floor.
"Eli—" she started.
The Ghost finally looked up at her with piercing eyes and all the words she'd been
