Nichelle slammed her phone down hard onto her desk.
“How are things–” Bernard started.
“Don’t!” she said. She exhaled and then said, “Sorry. I am getting blocked at every turn.”
Bernard frowned. “Maybe it’s because there is no there there.”
“How long have I been here?” asked Nichelle. “How many times have I chased a turkey?”
“Then let me do my job, Bernie.”
He raised his hands in surrender and stepped back. “Okay, okay. Keep digging.”
She let herself seethe for a handful more heartbeats but then focused and moved on to the next contact on her list.