CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR – DISRESPECTED

As soon as the door closed behind them, Lance exploded. "Who in the HELL do those insufferable jackasses think they are?!" He began pacing in agitated strides, hands fisting and unclenching spasmodically. "The absolute gall, talking to you - to us! - like that. After you bent over backwards to push through that meeting despite feeling so ill..." Coming up behind him, Kayla laid a calming hand on his arm. "Easy, Lance. Getting this worked up won't help anything." Kayla sank into the plush sofa in her office, cradling her head in her hands as she tried to quell the persistent throbbing behind her eyes. The morning sickness seemed to be ebbing for the moment, but she still felt drained and wrung out from the earlier confrontation. A soft rap on the door made her look up. Skylar poked her head in, a concerned frown creasing her forehead. "Hey, I just heard what happened with those investor jerks. Are you okay?" Managing a wan smile, Kayla waved her in. "I'm alright, just...it took a