Chapter 7What decision was Ursula talking about? My stomach felt ten pounds heavier, and it wasn't the strawberry cheesecake I'd eaten at lunch. “How've your first few days been?” I sat in a tall wingback chair across from her desk. The room had been redecorated with a pale gray wallpaper depicting a variety of Japanese maple trees. The pop of pinks and reds on the branches were a significant contrast, but also blended well with the new lighter-colored furniture and wrought-iron sculptures near the bay window.
When I'd first met Ursula weeks earlier, she had an ethereal quality about her. She truly could've been a model, but what made her even more charismatic was her genuine humility and intelligence. She accepted the cup of tea from her temporary assistant and smiled at me. “Braxton is
