Other People's Business
"This file needs to be delivered to Rawlins and McGill right away. Mr. Whithers has to have this package before he leaves for the day, and I don't have the time or the patience to wait for that bungling courier. Since you did the bulk of the work on the report, I'd like you to take it over, Ms. Nicholson."
Autumn Nicholson glanced up from her computer screen and inconspicuously closed her message box. Ms. Barstow would skin her alive if she caught her surfing the Internet during working hours. It was Friday afternoon and near quitting time but her gray-haired boss wouldn't care, she would ream her out all the same.
Ms. Barstow remained firmly planted in the doorway, cueing Autumn she was expected to leave, immediately. Thank God I didn't duck out early, she thought, hastily packing her briefcase. She would have ordered me back to the office just to haul me over the coals.
Autumn checked the wall clock. She was going to get stuck in dreaded Washington, D.C., rush hour on her way downtown but it would be ten times worse on the drive home. After ribbing her best friend Melissa Grisbey about her tardiness for as long as she could remember, A ... read full excerpt from Other People's Business ebook
