“Vicky wanted me to let everyone know that there is a cake for Susan’s birthday over in East Group,” Sean announced, popping his head into the conference room. He shot a sheepish look at Marisa, who continued to frown.
Cake!
Annie felt her day improving already.
After about ten minutes of chatter about what kind of cake Bob preferred, he began the meeting with a quick description of what he hoped they could accomplish at the mediation…