CHAPTER TWO
Less than ninety miles away in Broughton, nationwide headquarters of the sprawling corporate giant that was Intercontinental Electronics Corporation, Jack Pierce was making time on his business trip. Like any smart executive on the way up, he was being nice to the boss' wife.
Jean Pierce's husband, Jack, was virile, clever and aggressive. In his early forties, he was handsome and well-dressed in an Ivy League sort of way, although he had never finished college. He had gotten a job as a lowly sales-correspondent with Intercontinental Corporation. By dint of hard work and being a good company politician, he had worked himself up to the point where he had become Northeast Area Sales Supervisor. It was a definitely big job, the obvious next step was a Vice-Presidency in Intercont
