Denise stared down at her clipboard.

The two men from receiving went back to their pallet jack and didn’t look my way again.

“Denise, get the temp agency on the phone,” David said.

“Tell them we might need coverage.”

He steered Patricia toward the conference room with one hand held out, not quite touching her, and she let him, because she’d already gotten what she’d come for.

I picked the legal notice up off the counter.