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Ms. Parker looked up as I walked into the outer office. “Mr. Vincent.” Something very like relief filled her face. It took a great deal to shake my unflappable secretary, and right then she was obviously on a tightrope of anxiety.
What was going on?
“Mr. Wallace wants to see you in his office.”
“Did you tell Ms. DiBlasi I was out of the office?” The Boss’s secretary had a reputation for being a tough-as-nails battle-ax unrivaled in the WBIS. Everyone trod warily around her, including me. She had come to the WBIS when it had first been created a dozen or so administrations ago, and rumor had it she would leave here feet first.
“You don’t understand, sir. Mr. Wallace has been calling.”
“Himself?”
“Himself.”