lass="excerpttext">Just as she stood to return to her own office, the double doors to the conference room burst open. Johnny, her mother&#8217;s chauffeur stood to one side, allowing Charlotte to breeze into the room. The scent of roses reached Carly clear at the other end of the long table. As usual, Charlotte dressed head to toe in red, this time a Valentino with high-heeled stiletto pumps. She clutched Mr. Jingles, her bison frize tightly against her boson as she paused at the foot of the conference tabl