“EMILY, THERE'S A PHONE call on line two for you.”
Emily blinked and pulled herself away from her computer screen, a phone call? Huh?
“Who is it?”
No one called anymore. All of her clients emailed her and the hundreds of emails in her inbox since this morning testified to that.
“It’s Nathan Johnson.”
Except him of course. Her stomach dropped away so fast she gasped out loud. She’d ignored the email from Martine on Monday and the email from him on Tuesday.
She’d emailed Martine back this morning to say she’d be in on Friday for a few hours, but she knew it wasn’t enough. If they didn’t reprimand her at the very least for her lack of focus on them, she’d be very surprised.
Her gaze flickered down to the flashing light on line two.
Shit.
She reached out and picked up the phone, press
