As if driving through traffic wasn’t bad enough, her stomach heaved as she tried to clean her steering wheel as best she could. Frank had been singing from an entirely different hymn sheet and because of it Robert had fractured his hand, and perhaps ruined his ailing career for good. Her heart raced frantically as she headed towards Compton and Associates. Checking the time, she noted that it was only one pm, and she prayed that Perry had stayed put. As she dashed through the doors, she almost knocked over a woman in a suit with a tall cup of coffee in a Styrofoam cup. Breezing past the puzzled looking desk clerk, she barged into Perry’s office. He was mid-meeting with a couple, a pile of paperwork in front of them. Whatever it was, it looked in depth and she backed out of the office, Perr
