Chapter 15
Ashford Steel Industries
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
7:45 p.m.
The intercom double buzz informed Scott that his boss was ready to receive him. He gathered all his clippings, arranged them neatly in his black leather folder, straightened his dark gray tie and headed to Ethan’s office. He pushed the door open after a fortifying breath.
Ethan looked up from his computer screen and motioned for Scott to sit. “A minute, Scott.”
“Would you like water and coffee, sir?” Scott asked.
Barely suppressing an amused smile at the predicable behavior of his assistant, Ethan answered, “Yes, please.”
He finished his work and leaned on his Aeron chair to watch Scott’s profile, his watery-blue gaze, and thin pale hands caressing the red-and-gold designs on the navy background of the delicate I
