Boss lady-1

“Ice?”

“Just a couple of pieces.”

Grant came forward with the drinks and sat in the chair beside me.

“Bob Demerest has been hinting at a fatter bottom line .”Grant said as he settled in, swirling his drink.

“You’ve done good work with him, Timothy. No question. Solid work. But now he’s looking for capital. He’s investing in condos in Florida. In Naples. It’s a good move, and I told him so. He wants to crank up his returns here, though. I don’t have to remind you that Ed Ralston is vying for his business, and I’m not about to just give it up.”

I heard the door open, and I stiffened. Clark rose from his seat.

“Jen. Come on in. Just talking to Tim about the account. You don’t like scotch, as I recall. Bourbon?”

Jenna nestled into the remaining chair and crossed her legs.

“”A mineral water would be nice. A good vodka would be nice, too, but you don’t stock it.” she said. Grant brought a pelligrino from the small fridge.

“that can be fixed. what’s your pleasure?”

“Grey Goose .”

“Consider it done. Come by tomorrow, and we’ll drink to it. Now,” Grant continued, leaning on the edge of his desk and looking from one to the other of us. “Let’s talk Demerest. Jen, tell Tim what you have in mind.”