The sharp clack of high heels echoed off the marble floor like a deadly countdown. It sent chills down the spines of every secretary and assistant in the executive office.

No one knew exactly why, but they were all convinced—Mrs. Lancaster was furious this time.

The executive assistant opened the door for Ivy Collins, then quickly stepped back, not daring to enter. He silently closed the door behind her.

A secretary leaned in nervously and whispered ...