“Trace wants to see you,” Jamie, the hunky receptionist said one afternoon when Ted came by Morrison’s to drop off the company’s percentage of his escort earnings for the weekend.
“Did he say what it was about?” Ted asked.
“Nope. Just said to tell you to come up to his office when you came in today.”
Ted thanked Jamie and headed for the elevators. He got off on Trace’s floor and walked up to his secretary’s desk.
“Hi, Sandy. Jamie said Trace wants to see me.”
“That he does,” Sandy replied with a sly wink that puzzled Ted. “Go right in. He’s been waiting for you.”
Ted went across the room to Trace’s office and rapped lightly on the door.
“Come in.” Trace’s muffled voice came through the closed door.
Ted opened it and walked in. Trace was rounding his desk toward Ted. As Trace took T
