high bank of windows that overlooked the street. She couldn’t imagine
someone catching her sitting there making faces. She was a nose to the
ground, hard worker, sacrifice what it took, get the job done, never give up,
never mess up, do it right the first time or not at all, kind of a person.
So, she’d go to the damn function. She’d look good doing it. She’d even
freaking network, but she sure as all heck wasn’t going to like it.
Chapter 3
Christina
As Christina thought, the function was every bit as boring as any other
charitable function that she’d ever attended. Not that she didn’t believe in
supporting a good cause. She did. She just hated the pretense of it. Why not
just donate the money straight up? Why make a big show of it? Was the
new branch really that hard up for people to notice them that they had to
book out table after table and have almost the entire company go, just to be
seen?
The worst part was that the evening was only half over. The dinner was
already cleared away, dessert and coffee had been served. The
entertainment– a terrible magician who did token tricks— had worn out his
welcome.
Somehow, Christina had been roped into doing a speech for the dang
thing. Michelle had sent her an email twenty minutes after appearing in
Christina’s office, asking her if she’d like to say a few things about the
company. Not only did Christina hate speeches in general, she hated that
she’d just joined the company and knew far less than Michelle, or just about
anyone else there. Sure, she’d done lots of research before making the move
from New York, but that was
n’t as good as actual time spent working for
someone.
Christina looked around her table in annoyance. There were four men
she didn’t know, from various other companies. The other three she knew