Chapter 1“You did what?” blared Tess Iverson, doing nothing to trim the unparalleled fury from her voice as she stormed back and forth across the wide office.
It took all her strength to keep from lunging across the desk and wrapping her trembling hands around the beefy throat of the fiftyish station manager. Her acerbic display—her “calling card,” she thought with satisfaction, which had always worked like a charm when making demands—had sent the program director, the sales director, and the news director out of the office, scurrying like a trio of rodents as if in fear for their lives. Tess didn’t need those peons to interrupt her current tirade, anyway, especially since the lone man sitting before her like a self-professed Buddha actually called all the shots.
“Howie, I thought you sa
