“Cross-reference line 23B,” she mutters, running a manicured nail down a spreadsheet column. “Did they really pay out for the German licensing deal? Twice?”
Julia picked up a heavy stack of stapled documents. She flipped through them, her mind drifting away from the legal jargon and financial figures. She imagined closing her laptop, walking out the door, and leaving the endless paperwork behind. puremature julia ann boring paperwork