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VERENA LOOKED AROUND the conference table in the VSS office. To her right, Lacey shifted uncomfortably. Lacey’s yellow blouse was a burst of sunshine among the otherwise weary team on this dreary day. The company controller, Annette Margaux, along with the Vice President of Marketing, Pearl Cho, sat directly across from her. And at the end of the table was the VSS corporate counsel, Jack Epstein. They were all studying the last round of documents from Herringbone that Lacey had passed out.
Verena waited in the silence, listening to the rain pelt the windows and turning over options in her mind. After she’d dumped the Beef Wellington on Derrick’s shoes, he had called her the next morning. I deserved that, he’d said, actually apologizing for being so forward with her. He assured her the
