Abigail
"Please tell me why you're blocking my path in the elevator," I pushed my sunglasses down my nose, peeking at Marcus and Ted over the rim.
It was eight in the morning, with a handful of employees scattered across the ground floor of Wolfe Corp.
Behind me, back at the reception desk, Kate was on the land phone, receiving calls to the company.
Marcus had his usual impish grin, while Ted held out a fresh cup of latte to me.
I adjusted my bag and Stanley cup on one hand to collect the coffee from him. "Ooh, to what do I owe this honor? What do you want, Marcus?"
"Why do I have to want something?" he handled, placing a hand on his chest dramatically. In his other hand was a brown folder. "You wound me, Abigail."
"Fine," I shrugged, waving the coffee in his face. "Thanks for the coffee,"
"Any chance you could get this file to the boss?" He added, holding out the brown folder, his eyes twinkling.
