"Ev, can I talk to you?" Roger is standing in the doorway to my office, leaning against the frame and fiddling nervously with his suit jacket cuffs. He looks uncertain and upset, and I'm instantly on alert.
"Of course," I say, setting down my pen from where I'm making notes on the last physical I'd just given the Alpha that morning. I always like to hand write my notes and type them up later; it helps me remember more without having to check the files for every little detail.
"Do you want to come in?" I ask when Roger doesn't move. He shakes his head quickly.
"No," he says in a low voice. "Not here. Can we go out for lunch today? In half an hour, maybe?"
I'm surprised and uneasy. I've never seen Roger this way – unsure of himself, nervous, fidgety. He's glanced over his shoulder down t
