End Game
Looking down at my belly, I shake my head.
“I’ll figure it out,” I tell her. “We still have time.”
Taking a drink of coffee, I get to work, reviewing a file and finding errors right away. It’s not an easy fix either, because changing one part creates change in other areas. Sighing, I lean back in my chair and give myself a minute before going and talking to those working on the project.
This part of my job isn’t something I’ll miss.
My phone dings with a text, lighting up from inside my purse. I roll my chair over to get it instead of getting up. It’s from Dean, texting in the group with Archer and me.