"What are you doing here?” Rebecca blurted without thinking. She immediately, silently, berated herself. If he wasn’t planning on firing her before, he probably was now.
“Waiting for you,” Nico said simply, gesturing toward the chair across the table from him.
Uncertainly, she set her box of food down on the table and sank into the chair he’d indicated. “I only have thirty minutes,” she said, opening the box.
“I know. Brenda told me.”
“*Brenda* helped you set this up?”
Nico grinned. “She was very accommodating... with some, er, financial compensation.”
Rebecca rolled her eyes. She could well believe it.
She took a bite of her sandwich, chewed, and swallowed. “Well?” she asked, wiping her lips with a paper napkin. The pulled pork sandwiches were delicious, but messy. “Am I being fired from Vannevar?”
Nico jolted in his chair. “Fired? Why on earth would you think that?”
She shrugged, taking another bite of her meal. “Why else would you be here?”