Nevaeh discarded the half-eaten french fry, or chip as the English called them, back into its paper container sitting beside her laptop. There was work to be done and food was getting in the way, and this abridged proposal wasn’t going to write itself! Besides, the grease from the fries was making her queasy; of course, it also could have been the half-eaten burger that wet its paper-wrapper with so much oil. Not appetizing at all! But, she couldn’t rail too much on Levi’s menu choice for their afterhour’s work-fest. It was quick, easy, convenient; they really didn’t have time to take a break and hit up one of their typical restaurants. The Alpha King wanted the new proposal drawn up and ready for tomorrow morning’s meeting. It was tedious work, but while preparing it, Nevaeh couldn’t
