Chapter 51

• Jenna's POV
• I had already consumed my third round of vendor reports and my second cup of burning break-room coffee before 11:30 a.m. My eyes burned from straining at spreadsheets, my fingers hurt from typing, and every time I moved in my chair, I was reminded of the latte stain on my skirt that was drying stiff.
• I kept my head down, though. Remained concentrated. Invisible. That was the objective. I was in the middle of comparing delivery differences when the room fell silent.