“Theresa?” I blinked a couple of times as I heard someone calling my name and turned my attention to the group that had walked in and stood behind Howie.
“Yes, sorry. Mr. Dorough, please meet the group I emailed about.” With that, the receptionist handed Howie a folder and he beckoned us to follow him to a small conference area.
I felt way too on edge to take a seat, but hell if I could pace. My heart had fallen to the pit of my stomach and I felt beyond sick. Of course, I couldn’t do a f*****g thing about it. I walked to the furthest spot away from Howie, trying to determine how long I had to be here. This wasn’t my meeting; I was only here to introduce them, which I had. The rest came down to them and their manager.
“Ms. Lambe, are you going to have a seat?” I looked up at him, at tho
