Kissing the Boss
Remembering the courtyard in the center of the building, I brightened.
JFI was three stories tall and shaped like a big, squared U when looking down at it from above. The center part was cut out to make room for a garden-like courtyard, consisting of trees, bushes, flowers, a fountain, a statue and a footpath through the grass along with half a dozen concrete benches.
I could be dead wrong, but something in me thought Jacqueline would be happy living out there.
My mind made up, I found a square piece of cardboard and slid it under the cup to fully trap the mouse inside, then I lifted the entire mock-cage and shuddered once more when I heard her scurrying and squeaking inside.