Chapter 61 A Bad Feeling

• “Fiona! Wait up!” The young man who delivered our mail flagged me down, whisper-shouting my name, as I walked down the hall toward Conrad’s office in the morning, on my way to turn in some reports.
• “Hello,” I greeted him cordially. “Do you have something for me?” I passed my boss’s door and met the young man a few yards beyond it.
• He clenched his teeth, making an exaggeratedly anxious face, before he confessed, “No. Sorry, I just saw that you were about to go into Mr. Knight’s office, though, and wondered if you would take his mail in? Since you are going in there anyway? Do you mind?”