Competition
As always: Thanks to Boheminxen for editing. Without you correcting my awful grammar, this would be mindless drivel. ‘That insufferable bitch!’ Frank pounded a fist into his desk. ‘Relax.’ Walt slumped into the black leather chair across from Frank. ‘After all, Susan is going for the same executive position on the board of directors as you are.’ ‘So are you, but I don’t see you acting like a child who got their favorite pacifier taken away.’ Frank ran a hand through his hair while he shook...