CHAPTER FIFTEEN

AS I entered the office that morning, I saw Gwyneth standing by my desk. What now? My heart was thumping really hard. I didn't have the time for her shenanigans.

"Can I help you?" I asked. I wasn't in the mood for her sharp tongue.

"Yes. I have a problem with a software program and someone said you could help. Can you?" Gwyneth asked.

"Why don't you take it to one of the other engineers? I'm swamped." I dropped my briefcase on my desk and sat in the chair. I opened my drawer and got out a large stack of file, banging it as I dropped it on the desk. I needed her to know just how busy I was.

"They are all busy."

Just my luck. "Okay. What program?" I looked up at her.

Gwyneth opened her laptop on my desk and showed me the problem. I put her through the process quickly and dusted my hands as I stood from my chair.

"Thanks," she said.

I wasn't fooled by the attitude she was displaying. "You're welcome."