It felt odd—extremely odd—walking into Vannevar and going up to Nico’s office as a guest and not an employee on Monday morning. Since she was no longer an employee, she’d had to get a guest badge from Security, even though they all knew her.
Standing outside the reception area door, Rebecca straightened her navy blue dress and brushed some lint off of the lapel of her gray blazer. She also took out a compact from her purse and checked her hair and makeup one last time. Finally, when she couldn’t stall any longer, she took a deep breath and steeled herself before pushing the door open.
She approached the wide wood desk that had been hers for several months, and the woman behind it, with more than a little trepidation.