There were a few snickers as I headed for the door, but I didn’t really care. Don’t let a little thing like a team meeting keep you from playing dress-up.” There’s a game tonight, and I need to get down to wardrobe.” I was actually hoping to slip out quietly. Sixty pairs of eyes turned to look in my direction. The table seated twenty, and the chairs were three rows deep. CUM called out from the head of the conference table. Imagine how much character some bright red throw pillows would add to a guest room-flaunting the initials the Macy men saw fit to pass down through their lineage-CUM. I stared blankly out the window as he droned on, wondering if any of his male ancestors had gotten their pillowcases monogrammed with their initials. Monday afternoon mandatory meetings consisted of three hours of Charles Ulysses Macy the Third telling the mostly men in the sports programs division about his latest conquest. Interior Formatting & Proofreading by Elaine York/Īllusion Graphics, LLC/Publishing & Book Formatting Any resemblance to actual persons, things, living or dead, locales or events is entirely coincidental.Ĭover designer: Sommer Stein, Perfect Pear Creative All names, characters, locations and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
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