CHAPTER 26
Amanda Peterson rested her elbows on her desk and rubbed her temples. What should she deal with first?
Twenty project folders were ranged about her desk. Every single one had been labeled with the crash priority that her secretary was required to let through. So, that system was no longer working since every single EMS team abused the purpose of the crash code to get their question to the top of her pile including two from Phillip’s people. There had to be some way to control the science teams without being buried alive beneath the paperwork of their requests.
Her e-mail was even more ridiculous. She’d been gone four days and had over three hundred messages that had escaped her spam filter.
Then there was her third option. She glanced at the envelope resting across her keybo
