Chapter Seven
Greyson chewed the inside of her lip, anxiety starting to
eat away at her. She worked hard to put Integrated Financial on the map, and
now she could almost feel it sifting through her fingers. Her daddy would be
proud of what she’d accomplished, but he’d be pissed as hell if he could see
what was happening right now. She tried to take a deep breath, but it felt like
someone was sitting on her chest.
She paced the lobby, rolling her Montblanc between her
fingers. She’d given up smoking years ago, but the tactile sensation of
fingering something had stayed with her. A nervous habit she’d tried to break
but couldn’t. Once or twice she’d even raised the pen to her lips and
accidently bit the end. Maybe she should switch to pencils? They would be
easier on her dental w
