'And hey, maybe working at home is a thing? Don't people write books? Or uh, something else?' Lynn took her hand off and when back to leaning on the table. There would be a way to make this work. There had to be. Lynn would make sure of it.
Then, she heard the man speak. She raised her head, and narrowed her eyes at him. Lynn was worried that Sam would do something to anger him, and by the glass held in his hand he was drinking the.same thing some lab workers drank. And it made them act strange.