Jennifer tossed and turned that night. Sleep seemed to elude her, yet, when she eventually succumbed to its seductive embrace; her subconscious seemed to speak up by creating scenarios where usually a chase ensued. Jennifer then felt compelled to run and hide from the bad guys.
She kicked the bed coverlets off. This summer surely promised to be a scorcher, if an overly warm winter was any indicative of the coming attractions. Recalling the National Geographic video on bed bite bugs, she changed her mind and covered her bare legs with the top bed sheet. What if those bugs bit someone HIV positive? Would they then pass the virus to the source of their next meal?
Perhaps sleep was over rated. The dark circles under her eyes refuted that claim.
Settling in her job at Eden had been a snap. She was a quick learner, and she eased into the company’s culture, to find her niche, while maintaining a low profile.
On a particular busy day, Jennifer had meant to drop the quarterly reports Carla had requested to review before her board meeting the following Monday. The door to Carla’s office was half way opened. When Jennifer saw that Carla was not there, she walked over to her desk, to deposit the folders on her desk.
The oversized computer screen glared in the subdued lighting of the early evening dusk. The e-mail detailed revenue from pharmaceutical companies paid to Eden for advertising. Jennifer heard Carla talking to someone on her return to her office. Jennifer panicked, for she did not think Carla would be too pleased to have someone read her computer contents.
She could not walk out the door without being found culprit of snooping. Her shame would give her away. Next best thing was to hide behind the large couch of Carla’s office.
To be continued…
