The next day, though I was riding high from my phone conversation with Bransworth, I was on hyper-alert around Jenson. He’d shown up to work late again, and his facial expression was…not friendly at all.
I kept to myself, working on articles and updating blogs as needed, only leaving my seat when I had to for bathroom breaks or to use the copier room. I didn’t eat or have coffee the whole time I was there, just to be on the safe side.
At five minutes to six, I gathered my things and left the department. I noted out of the corner of my eye that Jenson was still sitting in his cubicle. Good. Instead of taking the elevator as usual, I took the stairs. It was only five flights down, and the doors weren’t locked until six-thirty.
When I stepped into the lobby, I walked quickly toward the re
