Emma hurried to the office, stopping in her tracks before the door. She waited a moment, glancing down at the cup of coffee, which she had to admit was already cold. She looked back at the door, waiting for the man inside to grant her entry. "Come in." Emma heard Jerry’s lazy voice. She took a deep breath, let it out, and opened the door, closing it carefully behind her. She approached her boss’s chair, where he sat with his head rested against the back, his eyes closed. "Reporting for—um, oh, I’m sorry," Emma muttered, biting her lip. He had warned her to stop the saluting, but she was so used to it, and honestly, she found it funny. "What kept you?" Jerry finally said, his voice deep and husky. "Oh, yeah, nothing much. It was a long line at the..." Emma trailed off, pointing vaguely toward the door to indicate the company cafe, desperately trying to invent a lie. The truth was, there hadn’t been a single line. The cafe was always swamped, but if there *was* a line, all she had
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