Chapter One
The journey home had been a litany of flight delays and racing through an airport so she didn’t miss connections, complicated by the weather. A gust of wind burst past Emily’s trench coat as she got out of the taxi at the office, sending the sides flapping. Cold rain spattered her dress, hose, and inside the sensible flats she wore when travelling. Emily was just glad she’d pinned up her unruly hair.
“Thanks Tony,” she said to the building doorman as he took her luggage and computer case from the taxi driver. She handed the taxi driver his fare.
With a slight lift of his eyebrows at the size of the tip, the taxi driver returned her smile and gave her a quick salute. She smiled back wearily.
Emily had working a lot of jobs through college before landing an internship. She knew what it was like to rely on tips, so she always gave that little bit more.
“How did your trip go?” Tony asked, as she took over her computer case and held the door for her.
“Pretty good…landed a new client,” she said with satisfaction, and then saw that a limo had pulled up in the place of her taxi.
She knew who the passenger of the limo probably was; Robert Halloran, the venture capitalist who had the penthouse offices. Not only was he model gorgeous – with his brilliant blue eyes and strong features, he was handsome enough with his brilliant blue eyes to grace the covers of a few fashion magazines – but despite his reputation as a tough negotiator, he was also genuinely nice. Then again she didn’t have to face him across a conference room table.
The first time she’d said hello to him in the elevator she hadn’t known who he was, but he’d been more than polite saying hello back. Since then they’d chatted a few times in the elevator and at charity functions they’d both attended. He always talked to her as an equal, never treating her as inferior, but then he’d come up the hard way, too. Knowing he was so far out of her league – rich as well as handsome – made it a lot easier to talk to him in return without getting rattled.
“You’d better go get that, Tony.”
“Yeah, you have a good day, Emily.”
“What’s left of it,” she said, and then grinned as she added, “but I’ll try. We’ll just see if the rest of the world cooperates.”
It was nice to be back home , she thought as she walked into the building.
The elevators in the old, renovated building weren’t the quickest, but they gave her a little time to gather herself before she faced the office. She gave her hair a quick finger-comb and then clipped it back up until she got the chance to brush it out properly.
She stepped out of the elevator into the office foyer, walking around the table in the center with its massive display of dried flowers and pushed past the glass doors with their gold leaf etching of the company name – Quartermain Enterprises – across them to enter reception.
Matching sofas in an elegant patterned fabric flanked the room. Cherry wood tables separated them from a pair of leather wing chairs. Few people ever sat in either, or the receptionist or staffer responsible would have been fired. They were there for show, like the enormous paintings on the walls.
“Hey, Emily,” the receptionist said, clearly startled by her unexpected arrival.
With a smile, Emily said in explanation as she went by, “I finished early, so I decided to come home.”
“Emily!” Jane from Accounting called as Emily tucked her luggage into a closet, slinging her computer bag over her shoulder. “Congratulations on the promotion! Come here, come here!”
Dutifully, Emily went, trying not to grin. She liked most of the people in Jane’s department; they were pretty straightforward, unlike some of her colleagues in Sales.
The women all clustered around, but she could see Andrew – the head of the department – sitting in his office. He gave her a wave.
“Here,” Veronica said, thrusting a wrapped package
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