43 NOAHAt the flurry of noise and people rushing past my office door, I stand up to peek out into the hall. I’ve had my head down most of the morning, reviewing the pitch campaigns created by the marketing team for all our new accounts. It’s good to be busy again with the influx of so many new clients.
I stop at my assistant’s desk. “What’s going on?”
Her gaze follows the crowd to where they stand, necks craned, watching the flat-screen perched on the wall in the break room just down the hall. “Have you seen the news?” she asks.
I give my head a shake, and she taps her computer monitor with one long, lacquered fingernail. “It’s Daniels Multimedia, one of the companies who wanted to buy us out. The heir to the company, Bradford Daniels . . . he’s all they’re talking about today.”
I pull
