tever you want. You always have. Just keep him out of my way.&#8221; She stalked out of the conference room as Mr. Jingles scampered to get out of the way. She went to her own office and slammed the door. She flung herself into the leather swivel chair behind her desk, but stopped, seeing her father&#8217;s picture on her desk.</p>
<p class="excerpttext">She touched her fingers to the glass covering the image of his face. Although she had only been seven years old when he&#8217;d suffered a heart attack whi