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How do you function?”
Baylee shrugged.
“Get dressed and I’ll meet you in the restaurant for coffee. Say, in thirty minutes?”
“I’ll meet you at the firm at nine. Go away, Logan.”
“You’re cranky in the morning, aren’t you?”
Sighing, Baylee closed the door and trudged back to bed. What was Logan up to? They’d worked together for a little more than two years—she knew him, knew he wasn’t being solicitous for the hell of it. Perhaps he was awkward being in a new place and not knowing anyone but her, but Baylee was sure he was up to something. Maybe he was cozying up to her to find out what her ideas were, then he’d steal them from her and claim them as his own. It wouldn’t be the first time he did something devious like that on his climb up the firm ladder.
Baylee tried to get another hour of shut-eye before she had to start her day, but sleep eluded her; she tossed and turned, mashing her pillow to re-fluff it. Cursing Logan, she shuffled to the bathroom to take a shower.
An hour later, she slipped on a sleeveless, light gray pencil dress with a hemline that rose slightly above her knee. The dress hugged her in all the right places, showing off her curves in a subtle and professional manner. Light gunmetal four-inch pumps completed her look. Checking herself in the mirror, she swiped peach lip gloss over her nude lipstick. With her black leather briefcase and matching clutch bag in hand, she left her room.
Driving around Pinewood Springs was a breeze. That was one thing she hated about Denver—the constant traffic. It took forever to traverse the big city, but in less than ten minutes, she pulled her car in the firm’s parking lot. Small-town living has its perks.
She was early. A smug smile whispered across her lips. How’s that, Logan? He was probably still stuffing his face with a ton of carbs. The man could eat. The first time they went out for lunch, she’d been amazed how much he could pack away. He was lean, so she figured he worked out a lot. Baylee didn’t know too much about Logan, and she wanted to keep it that way. Since they were on the same career path, it wasn’t a good idea to become too friendly, especially when it came to promotions and the like. Logan was very competitive, as was she, and they often clashed.
Baylee just didn’t trust Logan, and she presumed he didn’t trust her, either. The next few months in Pinewood Springs would prove to be more than challenging for her. She had to watch Logan, make sure he couldn’t sabotage her efforts. Claudia, who kept begging her to arrange a “meeting” with Logan, thought she was paranoid, but Baylee knew how cutthroat the corporate world could be, and Logan gave off slimier-than-average vibes.
“May I help you?” a pleasant-looking woman in her mid-fifties asked as she walked through the door.
“I’m Baylee Peters. I’m the architect from Denver, and I’m having a meeting with Stanley Danesk.”
“Yes, Ms. Peters. You are expected. You’re the only one here so far. Let me show you to the conference room.”
Baylee followed the secretary down a long hall lined with generic paintings of mountain scenes, boats, and ocean landscapes. The woman opened a door and invited Baylee into a medium-sized room with a long table and eight plush chairs covered in a burnt orange, geometric pattern.
“Would you like something to drink? Water, coffee, tea, or a soft drink?”
Baylee smiled warmly at the woman. “A cup of black coffee sounds great.”
“I’ll be right back with your coffee, Ms. Peters.”
After she left the room, Baylee took in the spectacular views outside. Pinches of green, purple, indigo, yellow, and pink carpeted the base of the sky-piercing mountains. Below the rock skyscrapers, the town thrived. Iron streetlights and elm trees dotted the sidewalks on the streets around the firm. A small park with a white-wood gazebo lent a nostalgic feel, and Baylee half-expected a brass band to start
Baylee shrugged.
“Get dressed and I’ll meet you in the restaurant for coffee. Say, in thirty minutes?”
“I’ll meet you at the firm at nine. Go away, Logan.”
“You’re cranky in the morning, aren’t you?”
Sighing, Baylee closed the door and trudged back to bed. What was Logan up to? They’d worked together for a little more than two years—she knew him, knew he wasn’t being solicitous for the hell of it. Perhaps he was awkward being in a new place and not knowing anyone but her, but Baylee was sure he was up to something. Maybe he was cozying up to her to find out what her ideas were, then he’d steal them from her and claim them as his own. It wouldn’t be the first time he did something devious like that on his climb up the firm ladder.
Baylee tried to get another hour of shut-eye before she had to start her day, but sleep eluded her; she tossed and turned, mashing her pillow to re-fluff it. Cursing Logan, she shuffled to the bathroom to take a shower.
An hour later, she slipped on a sleeveless, light gray pencil dress with a hemline that rose slightly above her knee. The dress hugged her in all the right places, showing off her curves in a subtle and professional manner. Light gunmetal four-inch pumps completed her look. Checking herself in the mirror, she swiped peach lip gloss over her nude lipstick. With her black leather briefcase and matching clutch bag in hand, she left her room.
Driving around Pinewood Springs was a breeze. That was one thing she hated about Denver—the constant traffic. It took forever to traverse the big city, but in less than ten minutes, she pulled her car in the firm’s parking lot. Small-town living has its perks.
She was early. A smug smile whispered across her lips. How’s that, Logan? He was probably still stuffing his face with a ton of carbs. The man could eat. The first time they went out for lunch, she’d been amazed how much he could pack away. He was lean, so she figured he worked out a lot. Baylee didn’t know too much about Logan, and she wanted to keep it that way. Since they were on the same career path, it wasn’t a good idea to become too friendly, especially when it came to promotions and the like. Logan was very competitive, as was she, and they often clashed.
Baylee just didn’t trust Logan, and she presumed he didn’t trust her, either. The next few months in Pinewood Springs would prove to be more than challenging for her. She had to watch Logan, make sure he couldn’t sabotage her efforts. Claudia, who kept begging her to arrange a “meeting” with Logan, thought she was paranoid, but Baylee knew how cutthroat the corporate world could be, and Logan gave off slimier-than-average vibes.
“May I help you?” a pleasant-looking woman in her mid-fifties asked as she walked through the door.
“I’m Baylee Peters. I’m the architect from Denver, and I’m having a meeting with Stanley Danesk.”
“Yes, Ms. Peters. You are expected. You’re the only one here so far. Let me show you to the conference room.”
Baylee followed the secretary down a long hall lined with generic paintings of mountain scenes, boats, and ocean landscapes. The woman opened a door and invited Baylee into a medium-sized room with a long table and eight plush chairs covered in a burnt orange, geometric pattern.
“Would you like something to drink? Water, coffee, tea, or a soft drink?”
Baylee smiled warmly at the woman. “A cup of black coffee sounds great.”
“I’ll be right back with your coffee, Ms. Peters.”
After she left the room, Baylee took in the spectacular views outside. Pinches of green, purple, indigo, yellow, and pink carpeted the base of the sky-piercing mountains. Below the rock skyscrapers, the town thrived. Iron streetlights and elm trees dotted the sidewalks on the streets around the firm. A small park with a white-wood gazebo lent a nostalgic feel, and Baylee half-expected a brass band to start
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