'Are you getting paid leave?' He asked over fresh doughnuts at the bakery. He rattled the bag and she declined a third.
'Reluctantly. They thought about transferring me until I told them that he'd groped me under the table one time too many.'
Max was astounded.
'Did he?'
He didn't doubt it now that he'd heard it. Miranda was known for being blunt with the truth. She glared at him.
'I don't doubt it but why didn't you say before? It looked like you'd just gone crazy and attacked him.'
'People would say I overreacted.'
It had certainly looked that way. Without context. He wondered how many times she'd done it before. She caught his expression and he was treated to another glare.
'Ok but' he said hurriedly, trying to change the subject. 'How did you get hold of so many dogs?'
'Advertised my services. Might as well get cash in hand while I'm waiting around.'
'They'll reinstate you soon?'
'They'll let me know when I am to be expected back.'
Max understood. She'd been a liability, attacking the founder of the company. He wondered why she seemed less concerned than he expected. She was a dyed-in-the-wool workaholic. Never seemed to have much of a personal life.
'Don't you miss it?' He asked curiously.
'Yes of course I miss it' she snapped back.
He shrugged in that irritating manner.
'You seem ok with it. Thought you'd be more angry. I would be.'
She sighed.
'I am angry' she admitted 'but that is not going to help me when they decide I am crazy and 'overreacted.'
'I hear he doesn't need a skin graft' Max remarked casually.
'Good' she snapped. 'Then I'll be reinstated sooner.'
Max was starting to really like her. She was fun in an off-beat way. He reminded himself never to come near her with any hot consumables.