Bobby digs in his file cabinet, looking for the Human Resources folder he knows he put in there somewhere. “Usually my secretary takes care of this paperwork,” he says as he thumbs through outdated health insurance applications, “but she’s in the Bahamas this week on her honeymoon.”
“Oh really?” The woman sitting on the other side of Bobby’s desk watches him rummage through the files. She’s a pretty woman, younger than him, with a head full of auburn curls and a wide mouth the same dark shade as her hair. For some reason, the way she tilts her head when she looks at him reminds him of a parrot he once saw at a pet store. Jenna had loved that bird, and begged for him to buy it, but something in the way it c****d its head each time it looked at Bobby made him uncomfortable. As if it thought
