FORTY TWO

Pepper paced nervously in front of Jane, walking back and forth so much that Jane feared she would wear out the carpet in Daniel’s office.

“Pepper.”

Pepper paid no heed, repeatedly biting at her already chipped nails and mumbling incoherently to herself. “This is no good…this is no good,” she kept muttering under her breath.

“Pepper!” Jane stood up from Daniel’s chair and waved her hands wildly at the PA.

“What? Yes, Mrs Winters…are you alright? Do you feel dizzy?” Pepper’s worried face contorted into panic and she quickly ran over to Jane, her fingers fumbling clumsily all over Jane like an overly protective parent.

“Are you running a fever? Any shortness of breath? Oh God, do you have a heart attack??”  

Jane gently pried Pepper’s hands away and patted them softly, studying the PA’s face. Pepper looked like she was the one who was a