“Report ready. I'm not sure you're going to like it.” Jones's texts say comfortably in my phone, anxiously waiting to be unraveled.

Dropping everything about the documents I was working on, I dialed Derinella, and she picked at the first ring.

“Reschedule my 12pm meeting till tomorrow, 8 a.m” I said.

“Sir concerning that, I was just about to make my way to your office.” She paused. “The other side requested that the meeting be rescheduled till 8am tomorrow.”

Fair ...