Chapter Nine
Annie
Two weeks later, we’re back in the conference room, except this time I’m not skulking in the corner of the room, ready if anyone needs a drink refill. I’m sitting up front with Enzo and Billy.
Mr. Jacobson walks in before the clients arrive, while I’m straightening all the proposal booklets. Neither Enzo nor Billy have arrived yet, telling me to stall because something must have happened to the video we prepared for the presentation.
“Miss Stewart, I’m eager to hear the new pitch.” He unbuttons his coat and puts his hands in his pockets.
“I’m excited for you to hear it,” I say.
“How are you getting along with Lorenzo?” He leans against the windowsill.
His older, more distinguished look screams successful man. Rumor has it he wants to retire soon. He spent his enti
