Chapter 3“Damn him,” spat Tess the following afternoon upon learning that Howard Jerkowitz had taken the day off. “Where is he?”
Olivia, Howard’s executive assistant, a normally bubbly matron with gray-streaked, mousy-brown hair and a bosom that might have rivaled Mae West’s had it not dropped nearly to the woman’s waist and looked more like an inner tube, seemed to shrink several inches behind her cluttered desk. She gulped under Tess’s take-no-prisoners glare. “He said—said something about a meeting over golf, then—”
“Golf? Today?”
“Yes, with Mr. Cox.”
Skyrockets exploded in Tess’s stomach.
If that didn’t beat all. The “good-ol’-boy system” in all its glory. That certainly didn’t take much time, did it?
She wondered what would be next for Jared Cox. A night at the country club with
