Tuesday, October 10th, 10AM meeting room
The conference room buzzed with low conversation as department heads filed in for the Norton integration meeting. Grayson stood at the head of the table, reviewing notes on his tablet, but his mind kept drifting to Joy Smith.
She'd looked so different this morning. Not just the clothes he'd sent, though the navy dress fit her properly for once, showing hints of the figure she usually buried under shapeless fabric. He had been honest about her choice in clothing.
But no, it was something else. The way she'd carried herself. The steel in her spine when she'd told him she had everything under control.
His CFO was hiding something. Multiple somethings, if he was being honest. her figure was only part of it.
Joy entered the conference room precisely
