“This is too absurd,” muttered Stephanie. “I don’t need anything. I can’t believe I’m doing this.” A warm silence surrounded her. “My memo is already overdue, and I need to get started on the filings.” Her stomach churned slightly, consumed by the clash of worries and nervous anticipation. “I don’t have time for this,” she growled. The muscles in her back ached slightly.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov