Chapter Nine
Of Things To Come
At what point does an inescapable pre-occupation with a person, place or thing become an obsession? Miriam Washborne at middle age was about to find out, as she careened out of control towards that life-changing tipping point.
Had anyone managed to get through the executive suite and past the guarding secretary to the corner office so as to look in on the Senior Vice President for Sales, they would have found a trimly attractive middle-aged lady, sitting as usual in front of her computer screen with her back to the door. Her caller might have taken a moment to study her slender figure from behind: those narrow sloping shoulders, impeccably dressed in that well-tailored business suit, the silver gray hair so neatly arranged in sculpted waves, and cropped hi
