Taking One for the Team
Charlie Owens walked past the reception desk in the lobby of Tyler, Dallas and Harrison, trying to look as nonchalant as he could. If the fair-haired twenty-one year old was lucky, anyone would assume he was just back from a coffee break, and not coming in two hours late. He had just about made it when Brenda Peters, the law firm’s receptionist, looked up from the papers she had been reading and called out his name. “Shit, I am so busted,” the clerk thought as he came to a sudden...