Cody Matthews
What is taking her so long? I thought as I stared at my wristwatch. It's already ten minutes to ten o'clock, and Emmie's still not here. What would the guys of the foundation think if ever we showed up late? Sighing, I rose from my chair and made for the door. "Miss Myers," I called out.
My secretary tensed at the sound of her name. She was sitting at her desk, her back unto me. I called her again out of impatience, and then she turned around ever so slowly. "Yes, sir?" she asked, her lips trembling as though she had seen a ghost.
I scratched my head and took a deep breath to hide my annoyance. "Where is Miss Harper?" I asked. "Have you told her that we are already late for our appointment?"
"I... I did, Mr. Matthews," Sam chewed her bottom lip. "But..."
"But what?"
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