C17 Queasy stomach

**CHERYL**

Fast forward to a few days later and I am in my office, my fingers tip-tapping against the keyboard, nonstop and relentlessly. Just a little more and I will be done for the day.

“Psst!”

I raised my head at the subtle cat calling and my brows pinched slightly the moment I saw Gwen peeking into my office through the window, grinning from ear to ear