George glanced up when she touched the dragon's head, smiling at her delighted look. He frowned when her smile slipped, though, and left the dragon on the desk for a moment, arms still crossed over his chest.
"I'm not sacking you," he said, though the tension that had crossed his face didn't quite leave. "But wasn't there a lawyer or something? Didn't you say you found a letter?" A letter like the one sitting on his desk.