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sitting area, Francis strolled in and sat next to her.
He leaned over and peered at her screen. “What’s this?” He squinted. “Background checks are not a good use of company Wi-Fi.”
Violet elbowed him. “As controlling partner, I override that. I’m doing a favor for Moira.”
He read aloud. “Dishonorable discharge…snipers…anger issues.” He leaned back. “Moira seems to be perennially acquainted with dangerous people.”
“She likes it like that.”
“You have very interesting friends, Violet.” He took out his phone and ran his finger over the screen. “You’re not going to stand me up tomorrow, are you?”
Violet glanced at him, and then went back to her screen. “What a silly question. I keep my promises.”
“May I make a request?”
“You may. That’s not to say I’ll honor it.”
“Wear a skirt.”
She stopped her texting and typing and looked up at him. “A skirt?”
“Yes, a skirt. Are you familiar with those?”
“Are we going someplace fancy?”
“I can’t say, but it’s good to be prepared.”
Violet went back to gathering the information for Moira, grinning. “All right, Francis. I’ll wear a skirt. For you.”
Chapter Eleven
Violet clicked a few keys, stared at the result on the screen, then tapped on a few more keys. A smile spread across her face.
She picked up the telephone on her desk.
“Francis.” Violet spoke into the telephone as she tapped on the keys, her gaze never leaving the screen. “Come now, would you? There’s something you need to see.”
Less than two minutes later he was in her office, closing and locking the door behind him.
“What going on?” He pulled her laptop so that he could see it.
Violet pulled it back and glared at him. She pointed at the screen. “I think we got it. Every test I’ve run says we’re clear. We’ll pull the software off the hard drives, get them uploaded back to the server…” She clapped her hands in glee. “We did it.”
He shifted the laptop back towards him, tapped on a couple of keys, nodded. “I believe you might be right. Heh. You did it.” He bumped shoulders with her. “Excellent work, Vee.”
“ We did it. Fantastic accomplishment, Francis.” She sat back in her chair. “Let’s take a moment to bask in our collective glory, shall we?”
****
“Rogers, good news.”
He turned from his monitors to see Francis standing in the doorway. “What’s up?”
“Whatever was plaguing the system is now gone. You, Pete and Alyssa can upload what you’ve done back to the server and put it together for submission. How’s that looking so far?”
Rogers nodded. “It looks good. We’re mostly done, except for the extra finishing touches.” Which was true for the other programmers, but not for him. He had done next to nothing on his portion of the code. Why bother?
“Then put the finishing touches on and upload it. Vee and I can take a look at it later on.”
“She’s in today?” He hadn’t seen mini-Mussolini all day. Usually she made it a point to visit their offices to say hello and chat with Alyssa. “I haven’t seen her.”
“She’s here.” Francis checked his watch. “You can leave when you’re done.”
“Sounds good.”
“Thanks, Rogers. We couldn’t have done it without you.”
Rogers nodded. “Happy to help.”
His friend lingered in the doorway as if he were considering saying something else but then drummed his fingers on the doorframe. “Ring me if they’re any problems. I’m hoping there won’t be.”
“Will do.” Rogers wished he would leave.
“All right. Later.”
Chapter Twelve
The one thing she hoped was that the skirt and blouse she suffered wearing all day was appropriate for wherever they were going. She’d snuck in the back way and hid in the office all day so that no one would see her. The good part of it was that she was able to put the final changes on the submission packet and clean out her email
He leaned over and peered at her screen. “What’s this?” He squinted. “Background checks are not a good use of company Wi-Fi.”
Violet elbowed him. “As controlling partner, I override that. I’m doing a favor for Moira.”
He read aloud. “Dishonorable discharge…snipers…anger issues.” He leaned back. “Moira seems to be perennially acquainted with dangerous people.”
“She likes it like that.”
“You have very interesting friends, Violet.” He took out his phone and ran his finger over the screen. “You’re not going to stand me up tomorrow, are you?”
Violet glanced at him, and then went back to her screen. “What a silly question. I keep my promises.”
“May I make a request?”
“You may. That’s not to say I’ll honor it.”
“Wear a skirt.”
She stopped her texting and typing and looked up at him. “A skirt?”
“Yes, a skirt. Are you familiar with those?”
“Are we going someplace fancy?”
“I can’t say, but it’s good to be prepared.”
Violet went back to gathering the information for Moira, grinning. “All right, Francis. I’ll wear a skirt. For you.”
Chapter Eleven
Violet clicked a few keys, stared at the result on the screen, then tapped on a few more keys. A smile spread across her face.
She picked up the telephone on her desk.
“Francis.” Violet spoke into the telephone as she tapped on the keys, her gaze never leaving the screen. “Come now, would you? There’s something you need to see.”
Less than two minutes later he was in her office, closing and locking the door behind him.
“What going on?” He pulled her laptop so that he could see it.
Violet pulled it back and glared at him. She pointed at the screen. “I think we got it. Every test I’ve run says we’re clear. We’ll pull the software off the hard drives, get them uploaded back to the server…” She clapped her hands in glee. “We did it.”
He shifted the laptop back towards him, tapped on a couple of keys, nodded. “I believe you might be right. Heh. You did it.” He bumped shoulders with her. “Excellent work, Vee.”
“ We did it. Fantastic accomplishment, Francis.” She sat back in her chair. “Let’s take a moment to bask in our collective glory, shall we?”
****
“Rogers, good news.”
He turned from his monitors to see Francis standing in the doorway. “What’s up?”
“Whatever was plaguing the system is now gone. You, Pete and Alyssa can upload what you’ve done back to the server and put it together for submission. How’s that looking so far?”
Rogers nodded. “It looks good. We’re mostly done, except for the extra finishing touches.” Which was true for the other programmers, but not for him. He had done next to nothing on his portion of the code. Why bother?
“Then put the finishing touches on and upload it. Vee and I can take a look at it later on.”
“She’s in today?” He hadn’t seen mini-Mussolini all day. Usually she made it a point to visit their offices to say hello and chat with Alyssa. “I haven’t seen her.”
“She’s here.” Francis checked his watch. “You can leave when you’re done.”
“Sounds good.”
“Thanks, Rogers. We couldn’t have done it without you.”
Rogers nodded. “Happy to help.”
His friend lingered in the doorway as if he were considering saying something else but then drummed his fingers on the doorframe. “Ring me if they’re any problems. I’m hoping there won’t be.”
“Will do.” Rogers wished he would leave.
“All right. Later.”
Chapter Twelve
The one thing she hoped was that the skirt and blouse she suffered wearing all day was appropriate for wherever they were going. She’d snuck in the back way and hid in the office all day so that no one would see her. The good part of it was that she was able to put the final changes on the submission packet and clean out her email
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