At three I walked into Coulter’s office in my pink halter under the fitted white jacket with tight black silk trousers. That was tight and a little sexy but not too much…unless they asked me to take the jacket off. I had on two-inch heels so I’d look a little taller. I was shown into Tim’s office immediately. There was a man and a woman there with him.
“Christine Anthony,” Coulter started. “This is Ron Everson and Jane Reardon from Chellon Cosmetics.”
I shook hands with them.
“I understand you’re new to this business,” Everson said.
“I never even thought of doing something like this until Mr. Coulter approached me in St. Lucia.”
“Yes,” Jane Reardon said. “He came back with glowing reports about you. He couldn’t say enough good things. I’m glad to see that he was right in his assessmen
