“And you have all day,”she reminded him.“Take care of Cyke first.He can’t shoot mutant beams from his eyes with a blown bulb.Red,okay?Make sure it’s a red light.”
“Got it.”An hour later Carey headed for Patrick’s booth again,thinking he could at least say hey,but he glimpsed Shonda through the crowds and changed direction.She was out to get him,that was all there was to it.She took her coordinator position way too seriously—he’d have to talk to Jan about that.Keep your girl off my back,will you?She’s crimping my style.
Behind the registration desk,Bill handed out pens to anyone who wanted to register for the door prizes.As Carey approached,he held out a pen.“Fill out one of these forms,”Bill told him.“Who knows?You might win.They’ve got the first issue of—”
“Shut it,”Carey told him,pushing the pen away.He came around the desk andsank into one of the chairs set out for the employees.“Shonda hates me,you know that?”