Done rushing to make deadlines and getting pushed down the stairs.” I start to say something else, but her words stop me. “Pushed down the stairs?” She waves a hand. “Just a joke. It was an accident, obviously.” “But…” I grip the edges of my chair, my heart pounding. “You were pushed down the stairs?” “No, no!” She shakes her head. “There were a lot of people in the stairwell and… well, it felt like a push, but it was obviously an accident. Who would push little old me down the stairs?” Maybe someone who wanted her job.
