By seven, I am showered and dressed, with one cup of coffee in me. By eight I have already clocked in and started a quick cleanup of the supervisor’s office—my office—which sits behind the front desk. I know my position has not been officially announced, but I assume my boss won’t care. Besides, my boss is the reason for my incredible energy this morning. I’ve also done some research online and started making my lists. If I get in trouble with IT because of some of the sites visited, I’m hoping Gage has my back. I smile thinking about that and close my planner, where I’ve made my lists, and shove some papers on the desk into a folder and lay them aside to file later. As I turn to pick up another stack, Christina Long moves through the office door and wastes no time verbally attacking me. “Ms. Lavender,” she begins, “I’d like to have a few words with you.” I wave my hand toward a chair in front of the desk.
