Free Casual Affair (Timid Souls Book 2) by Melanie Munton Page B

the applications together to really grab the attention of our audience. It had been an expensive investment but one we knew would pay off in time. It was an innovative program and I had no doubt that it was going to impress potential clients.
    But when I walked into the office, Felicity was in an utter panic.
    She was pacing the main floor, frantically moving back and forth, taking jerky short steps until she heard the door open and looked up at me with eyes the size of dinner plates.
    “It’s not working!” she shrieked, waving her arms wildly up in the air.
    I calmly walked toward her with my arms out, attempting to subdue her. “Whoa, whoa. What’s not working?”
    “The tour program!” she screamed, the sound sharp in my ears.
    My body froze.
    “What do you mean it’s not working?” I asked carefully. I could feel my breakfast threatening to rise up my throat.
    “I mean the entire 3D tour part of the software isn’t working. The data and all the other information is in there, but the tour application won’t run. I’ve tried everything.”
    Her face was red and her hands were shaking. We both knew how important this program was to this presentation, to this big-time potential business. Basically, this technology was our presentation and if it didn’t work, we were screwed.
    She followed behind me as I walked back to our conference room where the main presentation was going to take place. I entered the room and saw the laptop she had hooked up to the big flat-screen television hanging on the wall, but the television was just a giant blue screen.
    This was not good.
    “Did you try just re-starting the program?” I asked.
    It was probably a stupid question but neither one of us knew a great deal about technology. We typically knew the basics and were still learning about our new software.
    She huffed impatiently. “Yes. I tried that and did all of those other troubleshooting steps the help guide suggests but nothing is working.”
    “Did you call the IT guy?”
    The company that owned the software outsourced another company for all of their maintenance and other IT work. We’d had to call them a couple of times since the software was installed, but we’d been able to handle everything over the phone in the past.
    Felicity started pacing again. “Yes, and nothing he suggested worked either. He said he wasn’t sure what it could be without getting on the actual computer, but that he couldn’t get here until tomorrow because he has a lot of jobs today. I have no clue what to do. What should we do?”
    I typed a few commands out on the keyboard but nothing happened. I checked the settings on the computer and did everything else I could think of—I even checked to make sure everything was plugged in properly—but there was no change.
    Since Felicity was already freaking out, I was trying to be the calm sister but it was difficult. My mind was spinning like crazy, considering all of the possible scenarios and moving onto the next. There really was no way to have this presentation without the program.
    And through my swirling haze of panic, one person came to mind, his name flashing in bright neon lights in my head.
    Zane.
    He owned a technology company. He dealt with software and databases on a daily basis, right? Would he know how to fix it? I looked down at my watch. The clients would be here in two hours.
    I had to at least try.
    I walked into the other room, my phone at my ear, as I listened to the dial tone.
    “Well, I didn’t expect to hear from you this morning. Miss me, did you?” he asked, his voice soothing some of my nerves.
    I wasted no time with pleasantries. “Zane, I need your help.” I quickly explained the situation and basically begged him to come take a look. “I’m on my way,” was his response before he hung up. The fact that he didn’t question anything, that he didn’t even hesitate to come to my aid, sent a lightning bolt of emotion straight to my heart.
    But Felicity was