Personal Space

Keaton placed his hand on her shoulder and looked Regan in the eye, “We’re just looking out for you. We hate seeing you stressed. You’re so beautiful, why ruin that?” Warfield placed his hand on the top of Regan’s head and messed her hair around. Regan began to tense up. “You need to leave it to the professionals. We would hate to see someone see that your name is on the top of this project when things go wrong.” Regan moved her eyes to the side, “THEY DON’T HAVE TO GO WRONG. I’M PERFECTLY COMPETENT AND KEEP YOUR MICROPLASTICS HANDS OFF ME. I KNOW HR WON’T LISTEN, BUT DO THAT AGAIN AND I’LL MAKE SURE YOUR AI CENTER HAS A CERTAIN WATER PROBLEM FROM THE DAM UP THE RIVER.” Warfield was used to women yelling at him and kept his nonchalant attitude, “What you’re going to sick the beavers on me?” “They’re perfectly capable creatures and you’re destroying their home. I’m sure they’ll want to help if someone falls asleep before the gate needs to be locked. I can be very persuasive,” Regan fluttered her eyes. Then an announcement on the loud speaker interrupted them.