#Chapter 61: A bad feeling

“Fiona! Wait up!” The young man who delivered our mail flagged me down, whisper-shouting my name, as I walked down the hall toward Conrad’s office in the morning, on my way to turn in some reports. “Hello,” I greeted him cordially. “Do you have something for me?” I passed my boss’s door and met the young man a few yards beyond it. He clenched his teeth, making an exaggeratedly anxious face, before he confessed, “No. Sorry, I just saw that you were about to go into Mr. Knight’s office, though, and wondered if you would take his mail in? Since you are going in there anyway? Do you mind?” I turned to look through the tinted windows that lined this side of the boss’s office. We could see him pacing the length of the room inside while talking on his headset. He had a tennis ball in one hand and was intermittently bouncing it against the walls when his arms were not otherwise occupied with the expressive movements that accompanied yelling at someone on the phone. I felt the sides