He answered his phone before the second ring. He recognized the number from the day before and made a mental note to add it to his contacts. "Hello..." Why so breathless? Couldn't he muster a modicum of self-control? "Frankie," Della began, her voice brusque, as if she were the only one with things to do that day. He was at work, for chrissake! And he hated the name she had started using that morning. "Go to HR now. Get a...