Chapter 13

AUTHOR'S POV Glyndon walked into the conference room, her elegance did well to mask the butterflies in her stomach. She hadn't been in a conference room for how many years now? About seven. Damn right, she was nervous. It seemed that her eyes were trying to play criss cross with her. So she chose the seat closest to the door. Should anything go wrong, she would be first to bolt out of the room.