**Amendment** This rule is SHIT, complete SHIT! **Note** I’m so pissed off I can hardly see straight, let alone put together a report that is going to take me hours to do. **Note #2** And this rule is costing me my date with Beckett, which makes me want to throw up. And cry. At the same time. I sit down at my desk, furious. I’m so angry my hands are shaking. And I’m fighting every urge I have not to kick the hell out of my trash can. Scuffs be dammed. I swallow hard. There’s no way I’ll finish this in an hour. Or even two. “Aubrey?” I look up and see Mallory standing at the edge of my desk. “Yes?” I say, staring up at her. “Have a wonderful evening. I so appreciate you taking the time to prepare this report. It will be good for you, so you can get a better grasp on how things work.
