Chapter 2
Two-thirty. Damn the woman! Five more minutes and Bill was going to Jervis and make sure he didn’t send the contract to this damned woman. He’d tear it up himself if he had to.
It wasn’t like the day had been off to a good start to begin with. The kids had been in rare form, Tamara showed all the signs of having read a book until the middle of the night. She was lethargic, grumpy, and had snapped at Jaspar. He in turn had added salt to his sister’s cereal when she wasn’t looking. Bill actually had to snap at them before they pummeled each other, or even worse, messed up their school clothes ten minutes before he had to drop them off.
Then he’d spent the morning finding out that the costumes weren’t his only problem. The set designer had been timely, thorough, and innovative in
