CHAPTER FOUR
“DAMMIT, NIKKI! I need those reports. Hell, I needed them yesterday.” Nikki was right. It was not going to be a good day. Peter’s face flushed red with anger and she could see that tiny vein at his temple pulsing. She thought for sure he was going to strangle himself with his tie the way his face and neck seemed to swell with his barely controlled rage. “I even gave you another day to get them done while I took the heat from the higher ups. I was willing to do that, because I trusted you to get them done. What the hell happened? This isn’t like you.”
“I’m sorry. Really, I am,” Nikki said, meaning every word. Well, sort of. If she had been Stephanie, they wouldn’t even be having this scolding session. Of course, if she had been Stephanie, Peter would have never given her the
