ABSTRACT
Narvell had barely slept Tuesday night. No matter what he had tried, nothing could shut out the thoughts of what this meeting might be like. As he walked into Fred’s office, a lump formed in his throat. Looking around the outer office, he quickly saw Chris in the corner reading the newspaper. Pat was sitting at her desk with her eyes glued to the computer screen in front of her. She looked up briefly, smiled, and waved as if to say, “Have a seat,” then returned her gaze to the computer. As he walked across the room towards Chris, Narvell realized that his legs were shaking. With every step, the shaking seemed to get worse, which only made the six steps over to the chair next to Chris feel like it was sixty.
