Angol
Lorna straightened up and sucked in her breath. She knew she had gotten into a dangerous alley fight when DOF decided to stop the Wilsons. But she was at a loss to figure what was going on now. She knew that George Barlow and even Sam Perkins had gone to bat for her . . . and that they had lost, at least they had lost up to this point. She rose from the chair opposite Barlow, as he rose with her. She faced him and held her hand out to shake his. He responded and took her hand. "Thanks for trying to help, George. I'll start the hearing process." She turned and left. Barlow was left alone, drained, exhausted, and truly depressed, standing in front of his desk watching her leave. As she shut the door to his office behind her, he walked back behing his desk and slumped to his chair, shaking his head, frowning. Retirement looked better and better. In fact, he decided then that he would indeed step down. He couldn't stand this kind of thing anymore. But he would never quit until he rescued Lorna from whatever sinister force was in motion against her. And he intended to do whatever it took to do just that. Starting now.
