Chapter Seven
Dayton
Dayton sat at the head of the table in the conference room, no longer trying to concentrate. He was lulled into a drowsy haze when the conversations around him turned into a low, comforting hum of energy coming from animated faces with almost silent, moving mouths. The sunshine coming into the conference room now reached his chair, and the warmth gently nursed his hangover.
...but surely with second-quarter earnings as they are…
Bobbie had been gone for several days, and so far, so good. Her cell phone had rung off the wall, so to speak, until Dayton had simply turned it off. No doubt it was just wedding crap. How many flowers? What kind of flowers? Where do we place the flowers? In what do we put the flowers? Where do we deliver the flowers? When do you want the f
