Trent settled back in the leather office chair in his study and stared at the papers strewn across the desk. He grasped the tumbler of whiskey and clinked the ice in the glass with a sigh. He’d never been as stressed in his memory. Taking the company’s IPO live was a nightmare of paperwork and portfolios, meetings with lawyers and accountants and...
“Don’t worry, Mr. Dawson, we can do this.”
And Michelle Van Heerden, of course.
She sat across from him, preening her hair with her long fingernails and simpering every time he so much as glanced in her direction. He refused to work from home because being in Michelle’s presence drove his wife over the edge and he simply couldn’t risk any harm to her health, mental or otherwise.
“We need to host another meeting with the board at the bank,”
