Standing in front of the enormous, intimidating steel and glass structure that housed the headquarters to Christoph Enterprises, she bit her lip in uncertainly. Was this really her only option? Had her life become so completely out of control that she was back in Greece with the hot October sun shining down without mercy, almost making her dizzy? She stared up through the trees at the sun, feeling the sting of the burn on the uncovered portion of her shoulders, fighting the nausea that almost overwhelmed her. Maybe it wasn’t the heat, she told herself. It might also be that she hadn’t eaten in about twenty four hours now. Glancing at her watch, she noted that it was already after lunch time. Sighing, she acknowledged that it could also be the fear, no the terror, of facing her husband after four years apart. She jumped when someone bumped into her from behind. “Excuse me,” she replied, stepping out of the way as the person tried to go through the heavy glass doors. She’d been standing in front of them for several minutes now.
