CHAPTER FIVE
I NEARLY SLAMMED my laptop closed when I was finished reading the email from Gabriel. We’d just lost one of our best marketing analysts out of the Miami branch. That was the second higher level loss in the company in under a week. We experienced turnover like any other large company, but our employees as a whole were generally loyal.
I took several deep breaths and ran my hand down my face, then wrapped my fingers around the knot in my blue paisley tie to loosen it. I had just arrived back at the hotel room in Minneapolis and was looking forward to a good meal and quiet evening catching up on miscellaneous work things.
My trip had been unexpectedly diverted when my father developed a minor heart issue, and my mother insisted I come home just in case. Really, she’d insisted
