Three weeks before Noemi found herself staring into the eyes of a wild wolf, she had been facing a very different kind of threat. She stood outside a conference room at the advertising agency, one hand resting on the door handle. Inside waited representatives from the biggest potential client the company had seen in years. Then a familiar voice rang out behind her.
“You’re seriously going to ignore me?” Mark demanded. Noemi froze. She knew that tone, and she knew how quickly a quiet disagreement could become a scene. “Mark, please,” she whispered, keeping her voice low. “Not here. I’m working.” Through the glass wall, she could see her boss and two colleagues watching. One of the clients had already turned toward the hallway.