Chapter 11

I stroll through the hallways of the lower offices until I hear a voice I identify as Stephan’s, our Purchasing Manager, and I don’t give him a chance to notice me. The last thing I want is a half-hour conversation about why I got Jimmy and he didn’t when it was his requirement we’d been interviewing for. “Because I’m the boss,” isn’t something I wantto say, but it is something I willsay if I have to. Seems like I’m avoiding a lot of people since Jimmy showed up.

By the time I get tired of hiding and head back to my office, it’s almost four o’clock, and I’m unreasonably proud of the fact I’ve almost made it through a day without any fallout. The second I walk into my office however, that hope is dashed to the ground harder than a wine glass at a Russian wedding.