Van
Present day
I stared at the text message I'd just received.
I'm ready to go to Ashland.
I should be pleased.
I was.
Julia wanted to go back to our home. I wasn't forcing her; she wanted to be there. Then again, I had the gut-wrenching sensation that things didn't go as well as she'd hoped with her mother. I sent a text back.
Come to the hotel.
My current meeting was proceeding without my full attention. Oscar Fields and one of his associates were doing most of the talking for my side. The screen before me was divided into squares. In the top right corner, the CEO of a failing logistics company was extolling the company's attributes. He was going on and on as if my team and I couldn't read a f*****g profit-and-loss sheet. The company had potential. Hell, it was a booming indu
