I sent out a message to the group reminding them to meet at the company in exactly 45 minutes, that they had their meeting with Howie. I pushed my hands over my skirt and looked up as Kris stood at my door. “You look sexy, Resa.” “It’s not as tight,” I told her. “You have lost weight. But you haven’t really had much to eat, you know.” She walked in and over to me. “Are you going to be okay?” she questioned quietly. “I don’t have a choice, do I? This is my connection, this is my group, and you are busy. I’m not even sure Howie knew it was me, or he just said yes to working with someone.” “You really buy that?” “Only because I have not heard one word from him. So, yeah, it was automatic,” I said. “I don’t know what happened with him, but he sure doesn’t seem like the type to ignore yo

