Reed
I had steered the wheels of the top company of the country without a single drop of sweat. I had sat across from the most ruthless corporate sharks in the financial world and stared them down with icy detachment.
Yet, as I stood at the bottom of the grand staircase in my own foyer on Friday night, my palms were actually sweating.
I checked my silver watch for the fourth time in two minutes. It was exactly seven o'clock. I adjusted the cuffs of my tailored black suit, running a hand nervously through my hair.
"You look like you are about to face a firing squad, Mr. Reed." Nancy called out from the hallway, a knowing, entirely too amused smile on her face as she walked past with a load of fresh towels. "Relax. William is upstairs watching his favorite movie, I will give him accompan
