Nadia was the last to step out of the boardroom with Nancy following behind her, her stride longandpurposeful. Adrenaline from the confrontation still buzzed in her fingertips. Nancy was practically jogging to keep up, her heels clicking a frantic staccato on the floor. 

"Ms. Williams, that was—wow," Nancy panted, clutching her tablet to her chest. "The way you pulledthose logs... Marcus looked like he’d been hit by a freight train." 

"He hit himself, Nancy. I just provided the track," Nadia replied, not slowing down.

Before Nancy could respond, Nadia’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out, frowning at thename on the screen. Nelson. Again. She sighed and swiped...