Chapter Three.
Emily’s eyes flicked from paper to screen and back again. Her head pounded a little but she was focused. Her caseload was full which was stressful, but she loved the mental stimulation of her job.
An email arrived that caught her eye and Emily opened it, her eyebrows climbing her forehead until she felt the creases press up against her hairline.
Dear Emily Sanders,
Johnson Property Development requests your attendance at a meeting at 1 p.m. today.
Please confirm
Kind Regards,
Martine Nichols
Nathan Johnson’s Executive Assistant.
Wow. What do they want? Oh, no! Not my job.
Emily clicked reply and held her hands poised over the keyboard. She had no idea what to write, her mind had gone from having ten screens operational to one blank canvas. What if Nathan Johnson wa
