Risky Business
Sue Ellen Carson was on a roll.She loved her job as chief of the Department of Labor's Employment and Training Administration office in Pensacola, Florida. Her lawyer had finally convinced a judge to kill the alimony she'd had to pay the jerk she'd married on the rebound. Just last year she'd talked her very best friend into moving to the Florida Panhandle, then got to watch Andi and her former husband strike red-hot sparks off each other before tumbling back into love.
And, as frosting on the cake, Sue Ellen had a studly young Adonis in her bed on a semiregular basis.
Life was good. Very good.
Until her intercom buzzed that fateful Friday afternoon. Informed that her Atlanta-based boss was on the line, Sue Ellen punched the speaker button and kicked back in her executive desk chair.
"Hey, Evan," she said in her soft, peaches-and-cream drawl. She'd left her native Georgia decades ago, but the South never left the girl. "What's up?"
"My blood pressure, for one thing. I just got off the phone with Washington."
"Uh-oh. Congress isn't trying to cut the Job Corps budget again, are they?"
"They're always trying to cut the Job Corps budget." Evan Greenberg was ... read full excerpt from Risky Business ebook
