Jack had called her in for a brainstorming meeting with him and Barry. She carried a legal pad, pen and the chocolate mousse for Barry. “Good morning, gentlemen,” she said cheerily, placing the foil-wrapped cake on the credenza behind Barry’s chair. “That’s for you and Ava.” Barry glared at the wrapped silver lump. “Thanks. What is it?” Katia’s smile dropped from her face. She noticed Jack’s head was down as he peered at a report of some kind in front of him. The tension in the room was as thick as February fog and nearly as visible. “Cake. Okay, guys. What’s up?” Barry glanced out the window. Coward. Slowly, Jack raised his head, and his dark eyes settled on her. “Have a seat. Want some coffee?” “I’m fine,” she replied. “Let’s get to it. You look like you could use something.” “Something,”
