C11 “Ms. Mayrhofer? Would you bring me the analysis?”

Sonja swooshed past Jo on the way to her desk.

Jo jumped up. She reached for the report she’d put together. “Here,” she said, laying the pages on the table in front of Sonja. “It almost didn’t happen, but Ms. Wolff helped me.” She just couldn’t stop herself from saying so.

“Ms. . . . Wolff?” Sonja froze. “She was here?”

“Yes.” Jo pressed her lips together to keep from grinning