Chapter Three
Gatov tossed the notes on my ad research in front of me. “This a thorough report?” I’d been trying to get through six stories that had to wait until I completed this ridiculous investigation. He was standing awkwardly close, so he could see in my telly screen. I hate men looking over my shoulder so much I’d bark at the ones in the building who tried doing that. I was about to do the same with this man until I remembered he was my administrator. I calmly turned off my telly screen and turned so he could see my face.
“It’s as thorough as it’s going to be,” I answered.
“I expected a few face-to-face encounters with these purveyors,” he said.
“And I didn’t give you any, did I?”
“Ms. Duchet, you realize that you’re close to losing your job.”
“Am I?” I shot back happily. “The
