Olivia closed the drawer and opened her third, giving a small exclamation and pulling out a wide file folder.
“Brewster,” she said, holding it up for Heather to see the name-tag on the organizing folder.
Heather smiled in relief. Olivia lowered the file and brought it around, behind her back. She grinned at Heather playfully. “What do I get for helping you?”
“A thank you,” Heather said. She recognized the glimmer in Olivia’s eye and felt her stomach tighten a little. Did she really mean to do something here, in the file room?
Olivia shrugged her shoulders. “I guess a thank you is okay. I was thinking that actions speak louder than words, though.”