Sophie muttered at the deer head that was staying stubbornly mounted to Gray’s office wall. “Oh God. You’re not Bambi, are you?” The thought made her shiver, which in turn made her teeter on the ladder.“Pull it together, Sophie,” she commanded once she’d regained her balance.She pushed Bambi out of her mind and tried to force herself to think of the hunting trophy as a thing. Davie the Deer was the last to go, and was proving far more stubborn than Elvis the Elk, Morrie the Moose, and Benny the Bear.Not that she’d gotten attached to the poor guys while she’d been taking them down or anything.“Come on, Davie,” she said, easing her hands around to where the plaque met the wall. “Work with me here. This looked so easy when Jeff did it.”Jeff Andrews was Brayburn’s vice president of sales and had become one of her first friends at the company ever since he’d rescued her Red Vines from the vending machine on her first day.
