“HAVE A SEAT DEAR. HE’S expecting you but he had to take a call. He’ll just be a minute.”
Amanda smiled at Ballard’s secretary, Susan Gunderson, and did as she was told. The woman was as old school as they came and well past retirement age but pleasant nonetheless.
Only a minute or two passed before Susan glanced at her phone then stood, went to Ballard’s door and announced Amanda’s presence.
“Send her in and please join us,” Amanda overheard the man say. She was surprised he wanted the Secretary there. She’d met with him before, one on one.”
“Should I bring a steno pad?” Susan asked.
“No, no. That won’t be necessary.
Amanda stood and gathered herself, then followed the woman old enough to be her grandmother, and then some, into the V.P.’s office.
He stood and waved a hand at the tw
