They rang incessantly, for marketing, for Ed Garfield. All the action was caused by the company’s new product. The whole scene was much more glossy than the seat-of-the-pants way Emery Montrose did business. Ed came out of his office several times, hurrying off into the maze of dividers. Once he went across the room to Door Number Two, where a woman’s voice greeted him. That would be Suzanne Hamner, extension 132, vice-president of software development. The phones tapered off about nine-thirty. Mindy came back with a cup of coffee, and raised her eyebrows at my polite refusal. “Oh, that’s right. You’re a tea drinker. Do you remember where the hot water is?” “I can find it, I think.” “I’ll watch the phones for you, if you want. The cups are in the cabinet beneath the coffeemaker.” I carried my tea bag away, wondering if I should ignore Drake’s wishes and do a little snooping about Jenifer. After all, I was in a unique position for that. The maze of cubicles was confusing.
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