6
This was going to get ugly.
But then, what did I expect when I agreed to do it? A walk in the park to the music of harps?
I shook my head and took a deep breath, then forced myself to my feet and smoothed my hair. This was not the time to lose it.
Lawrence and Jim were waiting in the hallway as I stepped out of the conference room, concern and curiosity etched on their faces.
"Ace," Jim said. "What was that? Is..."
I interrupted him with the quickest lie I could think of. "He just wanted to ask a question about the McIntosh house. How we could apply some of the designs into his. That's all. No problem."
Eyebrows quirked upward again and I could tell neither man was satisfied with my explanation, but I did not give them time to question me further.
"Excuse me, guys. I'm meeting Ji
