Chapter 8

AUDREY

That's how I spent the rest of the morning, filing and organizing all the documents for the new campaign discussed in the last meeting.

The day wouldn't be enough to finish all the pending work; I'll have to take something home to continue, hoping not to stay up too late.

The phone on my desk rings, and I react quickly to answer it. The workload had overwhelmed me.

"President's office, Crawford. Audrey Turner speaking," I say automatically, like an answering machine.

"At what time will you bring me the documents I asked for?" My new boss's deep voice comes through the phone line. "Miss?"

I hadn't realized that I remained silent for a long time. I don't know what I was expecting, but he was waiting for a response from me.

"Oh, yes, yes," I reply in a high but clumsy tone.

"Yes?" he inquires, and I can't tell if I imagined a small laugh escaping his lips without abandoning his serious tone.

"Yes, I already have them ready. I'll be right there," I try to control my nerves. "I'll b