Chapter Three
The auburn haired Jocelyn Killian was on her way to the accounting department when she was hailed by a commanding voice rising above the din of noise coming from the secretarial pool.
“Miss Killian!”
She whipped around, seeing Dwight, twenty feet down the corridor. His expression was grim.
“Yes?”
“Reg wants to see you.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“That’s not possible,” she replied as she was about to turn around and resume her journey past the executive offices to the other end of the building.
“Miss Killian, please,” Dwight called again.
“Mr. Harold can wait,” she retorted. Giving him a pleasant and very provocative smile, she turned and walked away.
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Two hours later Jocelyn stood in front of Reggie’s desk, arms loaded with files, and a self-satisfied beam on her face.
