Chapter Seventeen

There was not very many things that could bring Abigail Weston down. She was the only daughter of her father in a household that prioritized men, her two siblings had died at a very young age, one when he was two years old and the other when she was eight months old , all of that event had played a part in making Abigail who she was now. A stoic go-getter. She was a shark in the business world but when it came to family she was always at a loss.

"How in the world did he get another one of our clients?" The room was tense. The employees all averted their eyes as Abigail spoke.

"Walter, who was in charge of Mr Rogers?"

"Um Kenny ma."

Abigail turned to Kennedy who looked about ready to combust where he sat.

"Ken you were sent to close the deal with Mr Rogers and you said and I quote... *We have him on our team* am I correct?"

Abigail waited for an answer from the young man who was shaking under her scrutiny.

"Am I correct?" Her voice boomed across the room.

"Yes ma'am." The brown head