Chapter 34

Titus hesitated, then said, “Okay, well, see you Saturday.” I nodded and watched him walk out of the office after he waved goodbye to Liz.

As soon as he left, she bounced into my office. “Isn’t he dreamy? And he’s so nice, compared to some of the other jerk-offs we work with.” Her upper lip curled at the thought.

“He seems to be taking a real interest in things. I hope he lasts.”

Liz sighed. “Yeah, me, too.” We’d both watched senior managers try, and fail, to make a difference here. But Titus may be cut from a different cloth.

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At five-thirty, Liz left, then it was just me to make sure the night crew had everything it needed before I locked my office and went home.

My cat, Voldemort—he who shallbe named, though what was the point when he rarely listened to me?—greeted me at the door, then promptly fell on his side so I could give him a belly rub. Right, must do the Dark Lord’s bidding.