"No, she's on the couch. I've got a client coming in fifteen minutes," Ryan said. "Well, we rearranged a few things, but it's all good. One more load, and we're done." This time it was Colby. The third voice surprised her a bit. It sounded like Tony. "I got something for her. Was hoping she'd be awake." Mack pulled herself to her feet, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and staggered into the hall. "I'm awake." Tony looked at her, and smiled. "Good morning, sunshine. I'll be right back." "What are you doing?" she asked. Colby lifted his hands, and turned for the door. "All you, Ryan." The two men retreated, leaving her alone with her boss. He sighed. "They've been moving your stuff over, because I asked them to." "What?" He shrugged. "Third floor's empty, and when you're good enough, we'll move everything up there, if that's what you want. While you're passing out every few hours, I'm keeping you a bit closer." "Ryan!" she gasped. "This wasn't the deal we had." "Kinda was, Mack," he said. "You're doing designs for me, and I'm not firing you. That's all it is." She leaned back against the wall, and let herself slowly side down it, until she sat on the floor. Breathing deeply, she refused to have yet another breakdown in front of him.
