Kate jammed her car into park outside the Nitrovex offices.
Deep breath. The Super Bowl, remember? The home office had called on her way here, supportive but firm about what she needed to accomplish. Today"s meeting would decide whether she"d be back in Golden Grove next week to finalize everything or in Chicago tomorrow trying to explain why she"d lost the account. Everything else needed to take a love seat—that is, a back seat. Right now she had a job to do.
backShe grabbed her briefcase and marched up the short stone steps to the Nitrovex front doors.
There was a new player today. John"s grandson was here. Corey Steele, the hotshot head of Nitrovex"s European division. She might have a hometown advantage with John, but Steele wasn"t from here and she was going to have to win him over
