Chapter Seventeen
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Angela was just leaving her desk when I stepped out of my office.
Approaching the door to the conference room, I saw Peter near the windows, speaking in a heated whisper into his phone.
While I couldn't overhear what was being said, I didn't miss the storm brewing behind the glasses.
Seeing us, he quickly ended the call and brushed past us to enter the room.
He'd recomposed himself by the time I reached the storyboards, but I didn't miss the tense tightening of his jaw.
Something had him worked up, and I had a sinking feeling it involved me.
yeah - uhm - hmmmmmm
