Rob propositions Victoria once more. Will she go home or put in for a little overtime?
“Miss Rhowe, Mr. Dentone will see you now,” my assistant, Gladys, informed me via the intercom. “Thank you, Gladys.” “You have a meeting at 3:00, you know,” her nasal voice scratched my ears. “Yes, Gladys. I do.” I hung up and sighed. Gladys was an efficient assistant, but she often forgot that I didn’t require mothering, I needed her to deal with the organizing and scheduling of...Read On