Chapter 4
Two o’clock came and went. Five more minutes flew by, and still no word. When my digital desk clock flashed ten past the hour, I decided to kick off my loafers, then took off my suit coat and tossed it onto the nearest file cabinet.
A medley of relief, disappointment, and fury battled for dominance in my brain. True, maybe I wouldn’t have to spend the afternoon putting up with Ford’s snide comments and lordliness, but on the other hand, I also couldn’t observe him up close either, which inspired the anger. I tapped my fingers on the desktop, fidgeted in my chair, and debated whether to head outside and partake in yet another cool Marlboro, despite my earlier declarations to the contrary. I reined in the urge. Barely. I’d rather face a firing squad then have to deal with one of
