They spoke in hushed whispers, around eight or nine of them hunched together like a mob of angry villagers, only the occasional sentence being raised to a level where she could hear the caustic tone. “Good morning.” The cluster stiffened at her voice. One by one they looked her way and muttered greetings before disbanding to a smaller group of Kelly, Grant, and Amanda. “I guess it’s not a good morning?” she addressed Kelly, who stood on the working side of the reception desk, one elbow resting against the top counter. “Did I miss the memo for the staff meeting?” “No.” Kelly sank into the chair behind her computer screen and tapped buttons on her keyboard. “Just more bullshit from Grandiosity.” The printer burred to life, spitting out page after page. “More bullshit?” Savannah had actually had an uninterrupted seven hours sleep. She was energized, pumped, even overly enthusiastic about Keenan kicking some Penny ass.
