minutes. Conference room B.”
Clare looked terrible. No makeup, jeans and a sweatshirt, hair in a messy ponytail.
“Thank you for seeing me,” she said.
“You have ten minutes.”
“Jason won’t return my calls. His dad won’t help. Mom and Dad are devastated. Everything’s falling apart.”
“And you want me to fix it.”
“I want you to tell me how to fix it.”
I leaned continue reading …