She wore a pale green dress that set off her hair and her new tan. The day was winding down, and the week with it.The hallway brought her to thirty-three twelve, a wide room nicknamed the Wheel. The Wheel consisted of a round common area from which a dozen office rooms branched in a circle. From above it looked like a flower with a circular middle and elongated petals.People emerged from the offices at her approach. Hands held out pseudopapers and data strips. She was a link to Ven and everyone wanted to get their bit in before the Friday rolled to a close."Earnings projections for the next twin-week!""What do you want me to do about Vinogradov case?" Marto asked."He will look at it this afternoon," she replied."What about Hawk Corp.?" Liana asked."Monday." Claire smiled."Here's the Bodia summary."When she made it to the lift, her hands were full. No matter how well Venturo treated his employees and how ethical he was in keeping his mind to himself, the non-psychers never could get read of a nagging suspicion that he might be scanning their thoughts.
