“You’re joking,” someone murmured near the water cooler.
“Is she lost?” Derek whispered to Jonah, who stifled a laugh.
Marcus glanced over, then back at his phone. “A programmer? At sixty?”
Priya said nothing, but she watched. Nearby, a young man named Tyler — confident, loud, the kind of person who fills a room — leaned toward his neighbor and spoke continue reading …
