She hated tardiness. Her employees understood it, given the random nature of her position, but she still found it unprofessional. She now deeply regretted her decision to wear three inch heels that morning. She should have gone with the kitten heels. She knew she’d be running around all day. Why hadn’t she gone with the kitten heels? She huffed her way into her office, giving a regretful glance to her receptionist. “I’m sorry, Laura. Running late, again. Please tell me Jen isn’t ready to strangle me.” Laura smiled at her. “Jen rescheduled your meeting for later this afternoon. But I think she still wants to chat with you about something.” Her expression was a little unreadable but Caroline wasn’t going to pursue it. “Okay.” She marched into her office. Jen and Kathleen were sitting on the couch whispering to each other, and straightened up when she walked in. “Hi,” Caroline said.
