Amber stuck her head into her boss’s office and almost turned and ran. Ray Ferris lounged in one of the two sleek upholstered chairs facing Saundra’s desk. The older woman pointed toward the other chair. “Yes, Amber. Have a seat.” A jumble of anxious chatter whirled through Amber’s head. Her cheeks felt like they could set off a fire alarm. Had Saundra somehow found out about that night in the IT room? The only way that was possible was if Ray had told her. Was he some kind of snitch, a corporate spy? Her gaze slid to his face, but he had turned his attention to the view outside, where lacy clouds embroidered the far edges of the cityscape. Amber lowered herself into the chair as Saundra turned to him. “How are things coming in your department, Ray? Will you be ready for the move this Saturday? I hate to ask you to work over the weekend, but we need things up and running again Monday morning.” “We’re all set. I expect the move and set-up of the servers to go like clockwork.
