Van

The moment I stepped into my office, Connie was at the door.

“Mr. Sherman.”

Leaving my topcoat on the hall tree, I opened the door, facing my trusted assistant. Connie began working for me when I first set up an office in Ashland. Through the years she’d been an asset in every capacity. As Sherman and Madison grew, so did her responsibilities. However, never had I intended for her job to affect her personal life, not as it had ...