Glancing in the rearview mirror, Poppy could see the rancher still standing where shed left him. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel and willed her pulse to slow down.
Overall, she felt that her presentation had gone well. Shed remembered the talking points shed rehearsed all the way from New York. And her technology had performed glitch-free, thank the heavens. In her black and white pencil skirt and blouse ensemble, shed felt confident and professional.
Stepping in cow shit, though. Poppy rolled her eyes. Fuck! If she could just take back that moment
He hadnt seemed too perturbed by it, or by her potty mouth, either, although she couldnt shake the notion he found her amusing.