C31 What Rhonda Wants

"WHAT is it, Rhonda?" he asked, pouring his drink.

She walked into his office, with long strides and an upright posture. She wanted to catch him before he was gone again. She had been trying to get a private moment with him for the past two days—and one was finally there.

He motioned her to sit. He sat himself down, too, with a drink in his hand—something to do when awkward moments came along