Married to His Business
Chapter One
As Kendall Scarborough watched her boss close his cell phone, stride to the northernmost
window of his office and push it open, then hurl the apparatus into the wild blue yonder, she found
herself thinking that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a good day to tender her resignation. Again.
But she would. Again. And this time she would make it stick.
And how fitting that one of her last tasks for Matthias Barton would be ordering him a new phone.
Again. At least phones were easier to program and format to his liking than were PDAs and MP3
players, a number of which also lay at the bottom of the reflecting pool in the courtyard of Barton
Limited-which just so happened to be situated directly below the northernmost window of
Matthias's office. In fact, there were at least five years's worth of PDAs and MP3 players and
other small apparatuses-apparati-little gizmos-in the pool, Kendall New phone
she flipped the notepad closed and stuffed attire was, of course, man-style, too, but she didn't
think that was what gave him such an imposing presence- though certainly the espresso- ... read full excerpt from Married to His Business ebook
