Chapter Eight
With the long, wonderful weekend behind her, Janelle was back at work. Though her boss had been out of the country the entire time, she still had several fires to put out. She’d spent nearly an hour on the phone with one of their vendors, soothing very ruffled feathers. Her boss, known amongst her friends as Tony the Asshole, had started this company from his home twenty-five years ago, and the vendor in question had been one of his first contacts, working to help him realize his vision.
She’d gotten off the phone with a promise that they would have lunch together the next time he was in the area. The other issues had been prioritized, and she was confident she could knock most of them out by the end of the day.
When her cell phone buzzed, she glanced down to find a text f
