Chapter Sixty-Two – Bomb Attack.
The coffee cup was almost slipping from her hands when she caught it. Stephanie grinned at her reflexes. What was with her these days?
Her body seemed to react to things faster and she could easily multitask. Also, her work wasn’t as hard as it used to be.
She walked down the stairs, shaking her coffee cup, on her way to get more coffee. She stopped judging herself for the addiction, she needed it.
A man wearing a leather jacket, holding a bag, brushed past her as she got down. He glared at her, looked her over then smiled.
“Oh, hello. I am a plumber, I’m to fix something. Can I know where the restrooms are?” he asked.
Something was off with the man. Stephanie felt it, the way he brushed past her like he was in a hurry and she was bothering him, then he glared before wearing a smile, one she knew was fake.
