Carol was awake, not that it would surprise anybody who knew her. She promised herself she'd sleep when Ferris Air was in the black, and then again when Ferris Air won the next contract, and then when the contract was filled...
Herself had long ago stopped looking for those promises to be kept.
She was curled up in the easy chair placed in a corner of her home office reading the next set of proposals and running numbers to determined if Ferris Air could bid. She'd check her figures with the accountant in the morning, but for now...it looked good.
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