Did she sense that I was getting relaxed? Did she sense the fresh air was good? Or she just wanted to ruin my day even more!

The message from Loana came mid-morning, no greeting.

*Private room. East conference. Now.*

When the heck did she even arrive?

Not even a request. I stared at it long enough for the screen to dim, then took the stairs instead of the elevator because the walk gave my hands something to do. East conference was a glass box with frosted panels and a table too large for two people. She was already inside.

That tight face, Shinny forehead and jaw that seemed like she...