Weekend at the Andersons
Chapter 1
Traffic had been a madhouse and Kevin Hamm walked into the offices of Trans-Electron at precisely 4 minutes after 9 in the morning. “Damn!” Kevin muttered, straighten his jacket, and thought to himself, “Almost on time anyway...even with landing that account, I can’t afford be late! I’m sure Ms Anderson is aching for an excuse to give me a hard time again.” Ms Helen Anderson looked across a large beautifully finished mahogany desk and through the partially opened blind drawn window...