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Stepping off the elevator into the entry to Wade Pharmaceutical's executive office suite, I almost collided with Janie, Gregg McGrath's assistant. From her open heavy coat and the way she was shuffling through her purse, she seemed to be on her way out.
Before I had the opportunity to speak, she looked up, her gaze meeting mine as her eyes opened wide. “Mr. Sherman, why are you here?"
“I wanted to speak to Mr. McGrath. He isn't answering his calls."
Janie's lips curled. “Isn't it a little late to ask for Gregg's permission?" She closed her purse with a shake of her head. “He doesn't mind. He's too excited about today's wedding."
Her carefree words were a direct punch to my gut. “Today's wedding?"
She looked down at her watch. “We've closed the executive offices down and" —she wa
