CHAPTER SEVEN
“You have a good trip? You look rested,” Beth, Landon’s office manager, remarked.
“It was nice,” Landon grinned. “How much did I miss?”
“Actually, it wasn’t too bad,” she told him. “Fairly quiet. I caught your filing up, so there’s that. Unless you wanted to do it.”
He laughed. “I never want to do it, that’s why there was a stack of it when I left.”
Beth smiled. “You’re welcome. Now, let’s see,” she checked the calendar. “You have three conference calls, one at nine-thirty, one at one-thirty, the last at four. Two half-hour meetings, twelve-thirty and three p.m. Good thing I filed for you, huh?”
“Beth Lorrence, what would I do without you?” Smiling, he walked into his office.
As Landon fired up his computer and waded through his emails, he found it difficult to concent
