I told her that my regular secretary had no problems with it. She said she had no idea what was happening.I knew what was happening because I was trig...ering it. I had a program on my computer that could mimic a crash on any other computer on the network. Chang had no way of knowing that, or that it was all part of my plan to humiliate her. I explained to her that the ultra-high speed units on the second floor were very sensitive to static electricity. I asked her if she was wearing any. The more utilitarian rooms, such as the kitchen and storage, used wide board pine flooring, covered with slate. The entrance, great room, parlors and main staircase used hand cut maple. No one did that. Still, the detail was not isolated. Throughout the house, better than the usual quality of wood was used. Often, more than the usual quantity was used as well. I suspected one of the Greggs was involved early on, since that whole family went into wood and finished wood products.Regardless, it. He apologised in a mumble and refilled the glass before handing it to the man. The baby was still screeching. "Could you please bring some water over to the table as well? My hand..." the man raised his cast clad hand and flashed another grin. Damien nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He grabbed a bottle of water and some glasses and escaped his confinement. Walking over, feeling his face burn hotter with every step, he finally arrived at table sixteen and placed his load down without. His mouth fell open, and he looked to Jennifer with uncertainty. She nodded. He walked towards his wife, reached out and put his hands on her shoulders, still not believing his eyes."Hi," she said with an uncertain smile. "I'm sorry it took me so long to get home." He immediately pulled her in close, wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, and began bawling his eyes out.Matt felt Jennifer's hand take his and squeeze it tightly. He turned to look at her. She was smiling, and it was the.