“You’re joking, right?” I asked. “You want to die?”
She shook her head, her hair fluttering about her head like wings. “I just want to know Andre will be all right.”
“This is highly irregular,” I said. “Anyway, I was just planning on quitting. I was going to the plant to turn in my notice and my clearance codes.”
I tried to leave, but she blocked my path. Oh sure, I could have gone right through her, but for some reason, I didn’t want to. She just stood there, watching me expectantly.
“What’s your name?”
“Grace,” she said, “Grace Robinson.”
That explained it! Jeff—or should I say Geoffrey Reed… this may work out for you after all.
“What the hell,” I smiled, “What can they do? Fire me?”