Fitz had tried not to judge Joosten, especially as it was Finn Berweger that kept telling him how hard to get along with she was. When she came in the door to the office at the worst possible moment, interrupting him and Ritchie, he told himself it was just bad timing, not any malice on her part.
But then she towed an apologetic-looking Blaser in behind her, and it was hard not to find her just a little disagreeable.
"What"s going on?" Fitz asked.
"Sorry, guys," Blaser said as he closed the door behind him and looked around for a fourth chair. Fitz raised a hand numbly to point at the far corner where the only remaining chair lurked, still askew from when Ritchie had run into it getting in the door.
"There"s no reason to be sorry. I simply don"t acknowledge their authority in this matt
