Twenty years as private secretary to William Wrightwood had prepared Miss Peters to meet any contretemps except the angry, purposeful arrival of Steve Hagen, who strode through her outer office with no more than a nod at her, and opened the door to Wrightwood’s private office.
“Is this another of your tricks—” roared Steve, cutting off his voice by shutting the door behind him abruptly.
Miss Peters had a quiet nervous breakdown, for Hagen was William Wrightwood’s stepson, who had renounced his rechristening not long after reaching adulthood. She began to plan an explanation—which would not hold water since Wrightwood was the kind of executive who gives orders not to be disturbed and demands that they be observed. Not even the angry arrival of his estranged stepson was excuse for not havi
