Friday morning, Abby sat at her desk outside Max’s office trying to weed her way through the purchase orders she’d found the day before. There were receipts for everything from printer ink to comped lunches. Everything was mixed together without any apparent rhyme or reason. They’d all been stuffed in a boxed underneath the desk.
Abby was so absorbed in what she was doing that when the phone on her desk rang she jumped. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she answered it. “Maxwell Collins’ office.”
“This is Chuck over at the Perimeter Building. We’ve got a problem over here. Mr. Collins said he wanted to be notified personally if—”
“Yes, I’m glad you called,” Abby said. Given how out of control things were at all the properties, Max had wanted the property managers to call hi
