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This is from my first book that was ever published.
A FINE LINE
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“Dickie Warren?” The name escaped from her lips.
His head jerked in her direction and a smile slowly spread across his face. “It’s Rich, Ms Woodrich.”
“Pleased to meet you Rich. I dropped the Woodrich for Langston about ten years ago.”
“Ah, my newest team leader. Interesting. I’ve called this meeting….”
Shock kept her from hearing what he was saying. Instead she stared at him, trying to piece together the images from so many years ago to fit the confident executive. It wasn’t tallying. Gone were the braces, the thick lenses embedded in ugly black frames, and the ears that stuck out. How had she even recognized him? His once dark brown hair was now prematurely shot with silver especially at his temples. The glasses were gone. Contacts or laser surgery? His ears. What happened to his ears? He had to have had surgery to correct those wind flaps. Lost in thought she didn’t hear her name being called.
Tara hissed, then nudged Chloe’s foot.
“Mrs. Langston, would you like to comment?” Rich Warren tapped his pen on the table.
Her breath caught in her throat. Flustered, she asked, “Excuse me, on what?”
“The new proposed package.” His smug grin looked exactly the way she had remembered it.
***Think!*** “Why don’t you ask someone who has been with the company for more than three weeks?”
“Because, I asked you.”
She unknotted her gut long enough to gather her wits. “From a marketing standpoint you’ve presented a unique and interesting challenge.”
He glared at her. She felt the heat of his stare into the pit of her stomach. She returned his gaze with a slight smile, knowing he was toying with her as a cat would harass a mouse before the kill. Suddenly she was fourteen again, facing her nemesis while vying for scholastic honors. ***I hate you, Dickie Warren!***
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