Chapter One
“Miss Paris. In here please.”
“Ms. Paris, if you please,” she countered the man sitting across the executive desk from her.
“Politically correct too?” he said with some disdain.
“Not necessarily.”
He ignored her remark, and looked down at the file in front of him.
“Do this over, by tomorrow. My notes are in the margins; they should be self explanatory.” He said it briskly handing the folder to her, no “would you please”, to soften the message.
“I don’t do reports over,” Jennifer said challenging the order.
He looked up at her with cold blue eyes. A lock of his meticulously well-combed brown hair had fallen in his face.
“You will this one,” he said with a determined and irritated voice.
He didn’t look to see the fierce flash in Jennifer’s pale green eyes when his mess
