Thursday. Senate Office Building. Washington, DC.
KELSEY KEPT HER EYES on her desk. She was expected to clean of anything personal before she left. The only things allowed to remain were the monitor and a few essentials too big to store in the slim drawers of the ultra-modern desk.
What a pain.
It also meant that the flowers that had been delivered to her that afternoon couldn't stay. In fact, she'd gotten a stern talking to when they arrived. Who didn't let their employees keep a vase of flowers on their desk?
Talk about a killjoy. She was beginning to understand why there were so many vacancies.
She didn't yet know if the order came from the senator or his chief of staff, but one of them really needed to remove the stick from their ass. At this rate, they'd always be filling one position or another.