CHAPTER NINETEEN
Leslie flew into Osana’s home office the next night. “Osana?”
“Hm?” She typed on her wireless PC, half-listening.
“Your mother and Georgia are here.”
“Well, I’m working.” Osana plucked keys. “What do they want—”
“Osana?” Wanda click-clacked into the room in backless, Italian heels.
As usual, Georgia followed behind like a puppy.
“We need to talk.” Wanda stood beside the bookshelf, stacked with business manuals and computer tech books.
“Momma, jeez.” Osana took off her reading glasses. “Spears Corp. has a lot going on right now which means extra work for me, and I’m already up to my neck.” She gestured to her desk. “Whatever this is, can’t it wait?”
“f**k no it can’t wait,” Wanda snapped.
“Um...” Leslie gaped, appearing as surprised as Osana at her mother’s choice
