Chapter 4: Thirty-One Seconds

By Wednesday, Mia had learned the coffee machine's temperamental moods, the fastest bathroom route that avoided the glass-walled conference rooms, and exactly how many minutes she could keep her eyes on her monitor before the urge to glance toward the elevator bank became unbearable. She had not seen Nate since Monday morning. She told herself that was a relief. "You're doing the thing again," J...