For about ten minutes, everything felt almost normal.As normal as a Monday night dinner at my desk with a man in a hideous plaid jacket could feel, anyway.I was halfway through my burger, finally starting to relax, while Jack sat across from me stealing fries off the edge of the carton like he had every right in the world to do it. I had kicked my heels off, tucked one leg underneath me in my desk chair, and for the first time since seven that morning, I felt like I could breathe.Then my office phone rang.I stared at it.Jack looked up.“Don’t answer it.”I laughed once, bitterly.“Cute.”The phone kept ringing.I set my burger down and grabbed the receiver.“Lela.”The second I heard the voice on the other end, I knew this was not going to be good.It was another vendor.And before he even got halfway through his first sentence, my entire body went rigid.I closed my eyes.No.No, no, no.“You’re telling me the numbers in your report are wrong too?”Jack’s head slowly lifted.I c
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