Free Change in Harmony (A Silver Script Novel Book 4) by Jaclyn Weist Page A

crew. It’s the same. Look, you know I’m right, here. And I’m sorry for disagreeing with you, but I stand by what I did.” Nate took a deep breath.
    Debra jerked back as though she’d been slapped. “You—” She stopped and studied him for a moment. “Don’t do this again or I will fire you. I won’t have you wasting the company’s money on a whim. Follow the procedures or you’re gone.”
    Nate stood. “Understood.”
    There were curious looks from other agents who stood near Debra’s door, but Nate ignored them as he went back to his desk. He buried his face in his hands, trying to calm down the anger and frustration that threatened to overflow. This job was his life, and losing it would have been devastating.
    He pulled out his phone and uploaded the photos he’d taken of the memorial and other Irish buildings throughout the city. There were a few ideas running through his head, but he needed to figure out the best way to make it work. Allison was in a few of the pictures, lost in thought as she gazed at the memorials.
    There was the option of running each of the commercials he’d thought of, but it would cost more money to do it that way, and he didn’t think Debra would approve the budget. Nate wrote out each of the options and ran through them a few times before he was satisfied. Once he had them right, he sent the ideas to Mr. Byrne to see which one he liked best. There was something missing, and he needed to figure it out.
    A message popped up on his email and he clicked on it.
     
    These are exactly what I had in mind. Well done. I like the second option the best, although I think we need a better way of showing off the actual shoes. Is there a way you can incorporate that more ?
    Nate rubbed his chin. The idea had been to show the different ways the Irish culture had affected life in the city, but Mr. Byrne was right. Maybe if someone walked through wearing the shoes from each era? That could work. He emailed back the suggestion and stood to stretch. It was long past his lunch, and a walk would allow him to clear his head.
    The sun shone down on him as he walked down the street toward the small deli nearby. It seemed that spring was finally showing its head. It was about time. He waited in line to order and his eyes fell on the soup on the menu. From what Sam had tried to tell him the night before, the Darren guy had taken Allison some soup because she was sick. Would it be too tacky to take her some today? Nate checked the time. He had an hour to eat and get back to work.
    He went out on a limb and ordered the soup and sandwich combo for her and another sandwich for him. The worst she could do would be to kick him out of the apartment, but he needed to know if there was anything between her and Darren. And it bugged him that he cared so much.
    A cab sat nearby at the curb, so Nate jumped in and gave the driver the directions to Allison’s house. He buzzed up to her apartment and waited for an answer.
    “Yeah?” It was Sam’s voice.
    “Hey, it’s Nate. Can I bring up some food?”
    There was a slight pause before the door was unlocked. He tried the elevator, but after a few minutes, he gave up and took the stairs. When he knocked, Sam answered immediately.
    “What took you so long?” She had her coat on and purse in her hand.
    “Elevator’s broken.”
    Sam sighed. “Of course. I’m late for work, so it makes sense that it would be broken. See you later tonight.”
    Nate moved so she could go past and then walked into the apartment. Tissues were spread all over the floor, and Allison lay on the couch covered in several blankets. Her eyes widened when she saw Nate standing in the entry way.
    “Nate. Why are you here?” She tried to sit up, but held her head and groaned.
    Maybe he shouldn’t have come. After all, he’d stolen the soup idea from another guy. “Uh, well, I brought soup. But if you want to sleep, I can go.”
    She waved him over. “No, please stay. I could use the