She started walking faster, but Bill matched her stride.

“I’m really not in the mood to answer questions right now.” She realized where she was, stopped, jerked the door open, went in and slammed it in the reporter’s face. Then she slumped against the door, sighing in relief.

“I’m pleased to see you, but from the way you slammed that door, I’m not so sure you’re happy to see me,” a voice drawled from the desk by the window.

Denise opened her eyes to see Jim grinning at her from across his crowded desk. She blushed. “I’m sorry, Jim. I just had to get away from that reporter. When I realized I was right by your office, I thought I’d died and gone to hea...

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