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Performance analyst did not run proposal evaluation processes. 
    If nothing else, she had bought some time for Mr. Carmichael to make the justifications he needed before the team moved away from Clarion completely.  Or maybe a contestable process would reflect the reason for Mr. Carmichael’s faith in them.  She’d learnt that Mr. Carmichael didn’t give his support to companies lightly; chances were that he had very good reason for pursuing a tie up with them.
    The meeting finally broke up.  Damon left the room first with a couple of the architects.  Everyone else filed out of the room.  Jane still felt like she hadn’t fully caught her breath. 
    “My God Jane, what were you thinking?” Rachel said.  “Have you lost your mind, why would you challenge him on the running of his own account?  He’s free to choose any partner he damned well likes.  You really need to learn your place,” she said dismissively before leaving the room.  Rachel wasn’t quite aware of Jane’s special association with one of the Board members.  As far as Rachel was concerned, Jane was just a glorified secretary, who obviously didn’t know her place.

Chapter 3
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “I’m sorry to put you in this position, Jane,” Mr. Carmichael said the following Tuesday morning.  “You’ve done well.  I can imagine it would be challenging for you, but sometimes you have to take it on the chin.”
    “I’m not sure he’s going to listen,” Jane said.
    “I think he will eventually.  If I am right, he can’t afford not to.  If he has given the process to you, then run with it.  For now there is nothing else for it.”
    Jane nodded.  She wanted to say that it wasn’t a process someone like her should run, but she also knew that Mr. Carmichael wouldn’t approve of a statement like that.  He expected her to do whatever was required and if running a contestable proposal process was it, then she would do it.  People managed all the time, how hard could it be?  Maybe a lot easier if she hadn’t managed to bait the account owner.
    “Do what you need to do, Jane, we will deal with Mr. D’Arth when the time requires it.”
    “It ’s going to be awkward if I am running a contestable process and there are still negotiation with one of the parties right next to me.”
    “There is nothing you can do about that,” Mr. Carmichael said.  “Just keep slogging away at it.”
    Jane had an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach since the moment Mr. Carmichael had gotten her to track Damon down at that society fundraiser or whatever it was.  Not only did she feel out of her depth, she’d also created a mountain of work for herself.  She didn’t even know where to start.  She was trying to turn her problems over in her mind as she walked back to the office. 
    She almost absentmindedly stepped off the curb to cross the street, but stopped herself just in time before the turning car swung around the corner.  Of course it was the coffee colored car of her least favourite account owner.  She chuckled at the irony of almost being run over by him in his fancy car.  It wasn’t quite a fire engine red Ferrari, but a more muted Aston Martin that screamed success with a good dollop of self-confidence.  People’s heads actually turned when he drove past.
    She , on the other hand, didn’t even have a car and if she did, it would be something dependable like a small Honda.  She hated being in the position she was in, until a few months ago, a PA, pretty much one step above the mail room, now she was expected to take Damon D’Arth on, who was for all intents and purposes a veteran corporate warrior.
    If it wasn’t for her protector, she was pretty sure she would be mince-meat by now, but as long as Mr. Carmichael stood by her, it would be hard for Damon to just fling her aside.  If she really had been just a jumped up performance analyst, she would be walking away with her belongings packed in a small cardboard