About me: afternoon. She leaned back in her chair with a
sigh, letting her half-closed eyes drift over the
office partition. The words "suck it up"
had been etched into the corner of the
cubicle—her little reminder that the bores
of an analyst were usually worth the pay. Usually.
"Gearing up for the weekend, Clark?"
Harri almost fell off her seat as Mr
Gordon’s thunderous voice hit her from
behind. She turned in her chair to glance up at
the large man above her—a pair of powerful,
pale blue eyes making
