Van
The moment I stepped into my office, Connie was at the door.
“Mr. Sherman."
Leaving my topcoat on the hall tree, I opened the door, facing my trusted assistant. Connie began working for me when I first set up an office in Ashland. Through the years she'd been an asset in every capacity. As Sherman and Madison grew, so did her responsibilities. However, never had I intended for her job to affect her personal life, not as it had the last week.
“Come in, Connie." I stopped, looking at the only other person who knew more about me than I usually shared. Her brown eyes met mine. “How are you?" I asked.
With a deep breath, she stood tall. “I'm good. Thank you. I wanted to thank you for helping with Phillip and so does Eric."
I motioned to the chairs across from my desk. “Have a seat
