Fiona
“You are looking extra lovely this morning.” Emmie smiled, giving me a quick once-over.
“Thank you, that’s sweet.” I offered my colleague a polite smile. “Better rested than you’ve seen me in a while, I suppose.”
“Mm-hmm. I think cutting down on that overtime is doing you some good, Fiona.”
I finished preparing my tea and moved aside. Emmie started pouring herself a cup of coffee while I walked over to the breakroom table and sat down.
I was flattered by her compliment, sure. But it also told me she thought I’d been looking ragged recently, which was not so flattering.
“I really can’t thank you enough for taking some of that off my plate, Emmie. You and the guys are life savers. And you’ve been doing an amazing job of it, too.”
“Oh, it’s no problem,” she said, coming ov
