He looked from his left to his right mirror. There was no place to move. He could only wait and fume. He reached for the cigarettes that were no longer there. “Why would anyone want to meet at five on a Friday?” Ronald, Kevin’s foreman, groaned and banged his hand against the window. Kevin breath...
She was in need of a glass of wine, preferably something dark to match her mood. She cleared her throat to signal the hostess stationed at the entrance. The young woman didn’t move, seemingly more interested in twirling the heavily highlighted tendrils of her blonde ponytail around her fingers an...