The Wrong Photo Arrived From Manhattan on Christmas Eve While My Twins Were Crying
Vaughn was promoted to Vice President of Client Relations first thing this morning.”
I cleared my throat quietly.
“First thing this morning?”
“Her new office was finalized at eight-thirty,” the young woman said, stamping the reception log with a heavy blue ink stamp.
“Would you like me to leave these on her desk on the forty-second floor?”
“No,” I said, stepping back from the brass counter.
“The main human resources desk is fine.”
“Have a lovely afternoon, Mrs.