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make any enemies.”
    I blinked. “Okay.”
    She left.
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    A week later, on Thursday, during a routine meeting in my office, Linda scowled. “This is a subject I don’t like discussing, but it can’t avoided.”
    I frowned. “What is it?”
    “Dr. Haar wants to hire more employees. Dr. Sanchez says they shouldn’t. That money is needed to buy more servers.”
    I bit my lip, analyzing the comment. Had they only told her, not Donald, about this? Not wanting to ask a question insinuating that she wasn’t important enough to be informed about purchasing decisions, I said, “Interesting.”
    “Definitely.”
    I frowned. “Did they say anything else about this topic?”
    She glowered. “I should finish this part of a project.” Linda walked away.
    Why didn’t she answer that question? My shoulder muscles tensed up, a paranoid response. Was Dr. Haar ignoring me because Donald wanted to reduce my hours or let me go? I typed, needing to meet a deadline.
     
    The following Wednesday, Ray entered my office, scowling. “Nine pages of Raib are filled with mistakes.”
    I flinched. “Which ones are you talking about?”
    “ You know what I’m talking about . Don’t pretend.”
    My adrenaline pumped harder. “ I don’t know. Give me more information .”
    He glowered. “Talking to you about this is a waste of time.”
    I winced, shocked. “What?”
    He hurried out of the room.
    I bit my lip, angry, not sure what to do. My phone rang. I cringed.
    Donald said, “Come to my office.”
    “Okay.” I left, blinking. In my mind’s eye, a terrible possibility, he fired me.
     
    I sat down.
    Ray glared at me.
    Donald glanced at him. “We’ll talk more soon.”
    He glowered and left the room.
    Donald exhaled, a tired expression on his face. “Ray says your coding isn’t up to par.”
    I flinched, but didn’t say a word.
    “However, since you’re on Raib, not Meey, his comments don’t make any sense.”
    I smiled, relieved. Another concern popped into my head. Why hadn’t Donald or Ray told me about the Meey project? Was it bigger, more important than mine, or smaller?
    “The only people who have worked on Meey are Ray, Wenda, and Linda. He might be trying to make someone else look bad. However, without more information, I don’t know what to think.”
    I paused, nerves on edge, worried about mentioning a comment that would offend anyone.
    “Ray is talented.”
    “Yes.” It was amazing that Donald would tell me, a new employee, about this. He trusted me enough to share his private thoughts.
    “His work on the Raib project was outstanding.”
    “I did most of that and showed it to him.”
    He blinked, a surprised look on his face. “Are you serious?”
    “Yes.” My thoughts sped up, trying to out figure out Donald’s next move.
    He frowned. “According to Ray, after finishing the first page, you said it was too tough, asked him to take over.”
    “I didn’t say it was too tough. Also, I told him to double-check a few object methods, not take over.”
    “This is troubling.”
    I nodded, sweating. Donald might think that questioning Ray’s skills was something a new employee shouldn’t do.
    He grimaced.
    I hesitated, jaw muscles tensed, wondering what to say next.
    His gaze darted back and forth. “Thanks for coming in.”
    “Sure. Any time.
    “I have a deadline.”
    He nodded.
    I left, feeling baffled, and relieved. What would Donald do with Ray? Another thought popped into my head. If Ray was valuable, Donald might fire me.
     
    Tuesday morning, I reached my office.
    Across the hall, Wenda stepped out of hers, frowning.
    I waved.
    She walked toward me and whispered. “A moment ago, Angie, an RN, told me Dr. Haar recently interviewed a man from Twobin, an IT company.”
    I scowled. “Did she say anything about them replacing us?”
    “No. It was a short conversation. She didn’t have enough time to give more details.”
    My mind went into overdrive, trying to figure out