Sondra was in her element, throwing orders left and right. Addison hadn’t caught any of them until Sondra slapped her hand on the desk, knocking her out of her reverie. “Damn it, Addison,” she seethed. “What in the hell is it now?”
Addison shifted in her chair and sat up straighter. “I’m sorry.”
Sondra gazed at her. “Well?” she asked, widening her eyes. “Let’s have it.”
She exhaled. “I’m filing for a divorce. Scott Hammons is watching me. I guess you could say things are a little rough right now…”
Her boss did a double take. “Good grief… Have you contacted the police?”
She nodded. “Yeah, but they weren’t much help.”
Sondra crossed the room and took a seat in front of Addison. “I assume Mr. Hartman’s staff is still protecting you.”
“Something like that.”
“Well, we’re going to have t
