CORINNE
“Well, you have my attention, Ms. Sterling. Why did you ask to see me?”
I scolded myself for letting my thoughts wander and stepped farther into the office, stopping a foot or two from his desk. Close enough that leaving suddenly felt impossible. I squared my shoulders and met his gaze. “It’s about the fundraising event.”
He leaned back in his chair and released a slow, tired sigh. “If that’s what this is about, you’ll have to excuse me.” His eyes flicked back to his screen. “I already told you I’m not going to make it.”
“But—”
“But if it’s that important,” he cut in, “I can send George to represent me.”
We both knew George would be competent and completely unremarkable but I’m also very sure the so-called sponsors weren’t coming for him.
“I’m sorry, but it has to be you,”
