Bearly Interested
me up?”
    “You looked so peaceful,” he said. “How do you like your eggs cooked?”
    She ripped off the blankets and ran into the bathroom. It was after ten o’clock. She’d get to work even later than yesterday. This was not good. She was slipping.
    She ran out of the bathroom with the toothbrush in her mouth, shoving past him in the hall to get to her closet. She would have to shower at the gym again. If she had time later.
    “I made coffee,” he called out.
    She tossed her toothbrush onto her bed as she yanked on a new shirt, not even taking the time to change her bra.
    “I can’t believe you didn’t wake me up,” she snapped.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, standing in the doorway as she pulled on a pair of pants. “Next time I’ll wake you up. I promise.”
    She shoved past him, snatched her purse off the table and headed for the door. “There won’t be a next time,” she muttered.
     
     
     

     
     
     
    Angie burst into the lab like her hair was on fire. Her team glanced over at her with narrow eyes and tight lips as she grabbed her lab coat off the hook on the wall. She slid it on and rushed over.
    The room was humming. Shit .
    “You guys started the Accelerator without me?” she asked, her hands shaking as she fixed her buttons.
    “The deadline is in three days,” Frank snapped, “and you keep blowing us off.”
    The team stepped back as she approached the vibrating machine. “No one was allowed to activate the machine except for me,” she said. “The head of the Hamagin Space and Science center in Yokohama, Japan gave us strict orders. I told you that.”
    “You’re not the only one relying on this project to be a success,” Frank said. “I’m going to have a teaching position waiting for me at Yale because my name is on this study. It’s fine if you want to blow your career but I don’t.”
    Angie glanced around the room with a clenched jaw. No one was meeting her eye.
    She walked to the machine and inspected it. The experiment was running but there was a slight ticking sound that wasn’t normally there. She checked the dials and her stomach dropped when she saw the electrostatic suppression dial. It wasn’t turned on. The numbers would be inaccurate. It would take two hours to stop running and then another hour to cool down before it could be restarted and set up properly. Three hours that she didn’t have. They were way behind schedule and it was all her fault. No. It was Sidney’s fault. She didn’t want him here and now look what was happening.
    “Next time that you want to disobey my orders,” she said, turning on Frank. His small brown eyes, widened in fear under his thick, round glasses. “Make sure that the fucking electrostatic suppression dial is on.”
    Frank jerked his head back and then glanced over her shoulder at the dials. “Oops,” he mumbled.
    “Oops?” she said, raising her voice. “You may have broken a five million dollar machine and all you can say is oops?”
    “Well if you were here than I-”
    “Get out,” she snapped.
    “Huh?”
    The rest of the team stiffened.
    “You’re off the team. I gave everybody strict orders not to touch the Accelerator. You disobeyed it. You’re out.” She thrust her finger at the door and glared at him.
    He pushed his glasses up onto his nose and walked to his desk to gather his things.
    “You’re being unreasonable,” Bill said, with his wrinkly hands on his hips.
    “If you think so than you can follow Frank out the door.” She was tired. And stressed. And she wasn’t thinking clearly.
    Her stomach dropped as Bill pulled off his access card from his coat. He placed it on the table and walked off to his desk.
    Nausea crept up her throat as key card after key card was piling up on the table in front of her. Her entire team had quit. Had abandoned her. She sensed that they felt like the project was doomed and didn’t want their names attached to it.
    They gathered their things quietly and walked out the

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