Chapter 2
Ally followed close behind the leggy hostess, wishing she'd worn her three-inch heels. Tall women irritated her, mainly because the suits at her old office treated her like an inferior, looking down at her with their condescending glares whenever she asked about a promotion. If she had been a few inches taller, she would have looked them in the eye and showed them the brass that ran through her veins. They'd had no other choice but to offer her their respect.
At least John Muncy had faith in her, and his opinion was all that mattered. His position with the company trumped the suits that made Ally's life unbearable her first few months on the job. Funny how those same evil men thought giving her the Baker account would be her demise.
Thankfully, it was the account that brought
